the winter midnight
He fancied that he felt a gentle pressure of sympathetic approval . She glanced up for an instant and her eyes transfixed him . They were a deep wonderful blue , almost black at the pupil , then raying off a little lighter . It made him think of a star in the winter midnight sky with a halo around it . The lashes were long and nearly black . Otherwise she had little claim to beauty just then . Her complexion had a tawny hue made by sun and wind , her hair was light , but it had a peculiar sunburned tint , though it was fine and abundant and hung in loose curls about her shoulders .