Green-eyed

"It was Floss—Floss, smaller, queerer, greener-eyed, and more defiant than ever; but internally, nevertheless, in a state of intense excitement and delight at the thought of seeing Aunty ’Genia again, hearing more dolls’ stories, possibly—who could say?—seeing those venerable ladies themselves."

"There is a startling vision of invasion in the air, which gives a certain piquancy to the narrative, especially as on the surface of the people’s seriousness of anticipation, if it cannot be called fear, there floats a sort of laughing incredulity—as if they did not believe that Napoleon would come, or be able to come, or that, if he did come, it would matter so much as the greener-eyed tremblers imagined."