You can reckon up its deformity, its worthlessness, on your cool fingers.

You could tell the serene and gracious lady who is chaffering for it what a bargain she has made,--that there is not in it one spark of manly honour or true love.

Don't venture too near it in your coldness and prudence.

It has tiger passions I will not answer for.

Give me your hand, and feel how it pants like a hungry fiend.