Even with them she was the breath and soul of it.
She saw the difference between them more sharply than he did.

She had been cast for a low part in the play, and knew it.

Sometimes she had earned the food which kept her alive in ways of which this untempted young priest had never even heard.

There was something in this clean past of his, in his cold patrician face and luxurious habits new to her, and she had a greedy relish for it all.
She had been loved before, caressed as men caress a dog, kicking it off when it becomes troublesome.

George's boyish shyness, his reverent awe of her, startled her.
"He thinks Lisa Arpent a jeune fille--like these others.