“I had seen the girl somewhere before. She was a slender girl in a glistening blue gown that exhibited a generous spread of front, back and arms that were worth showing. She had a mass of dark brown hair above an oval face of the color that pink ought to be. Her eyes were wide-set and of a gray shade that wasn’t altogether unlike the shadows on polished silver that the poet had compared them to. “The Girl With The Silver Eyes.”
