And I can picture her during the fourteen years of her imprisoned life, the disillusion, the heart-break, the despair.

No wonder the invertebrate soul could do no more for her daughter than teach her monosyllabic English and the rudiments of reading and writing.
Doubtless she babbled of western life with its freedom and joyousness for women; but four years have elapsed since her death, and her stories are only elusive memories in Carlotta's mind.
It is strange that among the deadening influences of the harem she has kept the hereditary alertness of the Englishwoman.

She has a baby mouth, it is true; she pleads to you with the eyes of a dog; her pretty ways are those of a young child; but she has not the dull, soulless, sensual look of the pure-bred Turkish woman, such as I have seen in Cairo through the transparent veils.

In them there is no attraction save of the flesh; and that only for the male who, deformity aside, reckons women as merely so much cubical content of animated matter placed by Allah at his disposal for the satisfaction of his desires and the procreation of children.

I cannot for the life of me understand an Englishman falling in love with a Turkish woman.