A flood of associations, visions of various ways he had made the acquaintance of women, rushed into his mind and threatened to swamp it.

But he shook them aside and looked at her.

Never had he seen such a woman.

The women he had known! Immediately, beside her, on either hand, ranged the women he had known.
For an eternal second he stood in the midst of a portrait gallery, wherein she occupied the central place, while about her were limned many women, all to be weighed and measured by a fleeting glance, herself the unit of weight and measure.

He saw the weak and sickly faces of the girls of the factories, and the simpering, boisterous girls from the south of Market.