He could kill illusion by magnifying and clawing at her visible angles and audible false notes; and he did it until his recollections joined to the sight of her, when a clash of the thought of what she had been and the thought of what she was had the effect of conjuring a bitter sweet image that was a more seductive illusion.

Strange to think, this woman once loved the man who was not half the value of the man she no longer loved.

He took a shot at cynicism, but hit no mark.

This woman protected her whole sex.
They sat at the dinner-table alone, thanks to a handsome wench's attractions for a philosopher.

Married, and parents of a lusty son, this was their first sitting at table together.