They were dead, lustreless eyes.

Her flesh was cold and colorless,there were no surface tints on it,it warmed sometimes slowly from far within; her voice was quiet,out of her heart; her hair, the only beauty of the woman, was lustreless brown, lay in unpolished folds of dark shadow.

Her unbrushed, lustreless hair hung about it in a dull mat, one of her hands was clutched in itthe hand was dirty.

Exactly what causes the racial elements of a nation, with all their varying properties, to flash suddenly (as it seems) into the splendid incandescence of an Heroic Age, and thence to shift again into a comparatively rigid and perhaps comparatively lustreless civilizationthis difficult matter has been very nicely investigated of late, and to interesting, though not decided, result.

Thoroughly carried away by his fancied wrongs, it was perhaps fortunate that he did not observe the flashing eyes of Lance behind his lank and lustreless wig; but seeing only the figure of Lance as he had conjured him, he went on: "That's why I want you to hang around her.

Close by women and children splash and chatter about the spring, and the dome of a saint's tomb shines through lustreless leaves.

By degrees a faint trace of colour began to flush Victor's cheeks, a smile modified the set of his mouth, the heavy-lidded eyes lost their lustreless opacity and glimmered with uncanny light.

She never appeared to him as the being on whom his destiny was suspended; but, sooner or later, her own comparatively lustreless orbs changed into those diamonds, which could fulminate scorn not less than they could beam out supplication.

The eye must become habituated to this rude, lustreless coloring, before we can discern its beauties.