She must also have her feelings; she must not be an unnatural creature.

And she must have a sufficient intelligence; for her stupidity does not flatter the possessing man.

It is not an organic growth that he desires in his mate, but a happy composition.

You see the world which comes of the pair.
This burning Nesta, Victor's daughter, tempered by Nataly's milder blood, was a girl in whom the hard shocks of the knowledge of life, perforce of the hardness upon pure metal, left a strengthening for generous imagination.

She did not sit to brood on her injured senses or set them through speculation touching heat; they were taken up and consumed by the fire of her mind.