Three times now, he had seen the yellow eyes, when no one else would have.

He came and looked down at him with his yellow eyes.

For once his yellow eyes had nothing to do with anyone being afraid.

"But there was such a mean look in his yellow eyes!"

Did you ever hear of a man with yellow eyes, my Lord?

But here the long man with the yellow eyes struck in.

He just couldn't think of the cat, its yellow eyes half open in death.

For a long moment more, the yellow eyes fixed upon her.

Just at the moment Peter couldn't remember any other bird with yellow eyes.

She glanced at the baby, saw his yellow eyes, and looked to the window.