which Kate was aware of a forest of black eyes glistening with white fire.
It was again the solemn, powerful voice of Ramón. Kate looked at his face; it was creamy-brown in its pallor, but changeless in expression, and seemed to be sending a change over the crowd, removing them from their vulgar complacency.
The Guard of Quetzalcoatl turned again to the crowd, and repeated Ramón’s words to the crowd.
With his words, Ramón was able to put the power of his heavy, strong will over the people. The crowd began to fuse under his influence. As he gazed back at all the black eyes, his eyes seemed to have no expression, save that they seemed to be seeing the heart of all darkness in front of him, where his unknowable God-mystery lived and moved.
He stood a moment in silence, gazing with dark brows