If he meant to confuse her, he failed—for she only smiled and said to herself: "They're hazel."
"Of course, of course," murmured Hazel, looking down on the table.
Her eyes were of a gentle hazel, not the hazel that looks black at night.
And after a moment, lifting her hazel eyes to his, she said.
She was pale to the lips, and her hazel eyes were blazing, as she cut into his ...