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I've seen you talking to her more than a dozen times." Young Powell, his sympathy suddenly chilled, remarked in a disdainful tone that Mrs.Anthony's eyes were not black.
"I wish to God she had never set them on the captain, whatever colour they are," retorted Franklin.

"She and that old chap with the scraped jaws who sits over her and stares down at her dead-white face with his yellow eyes--confound them! Perhaps you will tell us that his eyes are not yellow ?" Powell, not interested in the colour of Mr.Smith's eyes, made a vague gesture.

Yellow or not yellow, it was all one to him.
The mate murmured to himself.