I never thought she had any temper different from other women; but if I'd noticed her eyes, surely I'd have seen it there.

There was something very strange and out of the way about them.

They hardly seemed so bright when you looked at them first; but by degrees, if she got roused and set up about anything, they'd begin to burn with a steady sort of glitter that got fiercer and brighter till you'd think they'd burn everything they looked at.

The light in them didn't go out again in a hurry, either.

It seemed as if those wonderful eyes would keep on shining, whether their owner wished it or not.
I didn't find out all about her nature at once--trust a woman for that.
Vain and fond of pleasure I could see she was; and from having been always poor, in a worrying, miserable, ill-contented way, she had got to be hungry for money and jewels and fine clothes; just like a person that's been starved and shivering with cold longs for a fire and a full meal and a warm bed.