But Eleia was a woman. She was in the dawn of an opulent beauty. Her magnificent eyes, deep and liquid with light, looked not to Babylon with desire for its destruction. She dreamed rather of love than of hatred, as is the way of women, and, in her reveries, betook herself to desires that were 'not broad and far-reaching, national, and of consequence to the many, but to those that were personal, limited, and of im portance to herself, and to the one or two whose lives were at this time bound with hers.