If they take the world for their oyster and think, when they open it, they are going to find pearl necklaces ready-made, we must not blame them.

Rather let hoary-headed sinners envy them their imaginings.
The corners of Zora Middlemist's ripe lips drooped with a child's pathos of disillusionment.

Her nose delicately marked disgust at the heavy air and the discord of scents around her.

Having lost her money she could afford to survey with scorn the decorous yet sordid greed of the crowded table.

There was not a gleam of gaiety about it.