There hung about her an air of cleanliness, of freshness, of good nature, of fine, high spirits, while with every movement she exhaled a delicious perfume that was not only musk, but that seemed to come alike from her dress, her hair, her neck, her very flesh and body.
Vandover was no longer the same as he had been during his college days.
He was familiar now with this odour of abandoned women, this foul sweet savour of the great city's vice, that quickened his breath and that sent his heart knocking at his throat.

It was the sensitive artist nature in him that responded instantly to anything sensuously attractive.

Each kind and class of beautiful women could arouse in Vandover passions of equal force, though of far different kind.

Turner Ravis influenced him upon his best side, calling out in him all that was cleanest, finest, and most delicate.

Flossie appealed only to the animal and the beast in him, the evil, hideous brute that made instant answer.
"What will you take, Flossie ?" asked Vandover, as she settled herself among them.