They could melt and flash, persuade and command, as no other eyes did.

No man ever looked into their depths without losing himself there.

Her mouth was no less beautiful, tender and sensitive; yet those lovely lips could curl with scorn that withered and pride that crashed.
She knew that she was beautiful, and she rejoiced in her beauty, as the lion in his strength or the serpent in its cunning.

Men she looked upon as her natural vassals, her subjects, her lawful prey.

She never once, in the whole course of her triumphant life, paused to think whether or not she inflicted pain.