It is a common girl's ambition.

Such was perhaps that lady of the glove, who sent her lover to the lions.

But the snare is laid alike for male and female, and the world most artfully contrived.
Near her, in a low chair, Gondremark had arranged his limbs into a cat-like attitude, high-shouldered, stooping, and submiss.

The formidable blue jowl of the man, and the dull bilious eye, set perhaps a higher value on his evident desire to please.

His face was marked by capacity, temper, and a kind of bold, piratical dishonesty which it would be calumnious to call deceit.