Miss Nugent is as handsome as a woman can well be, in form and feature; but her eyes are like two frozen pools, whereas this Gladys, are literally two deep blue lakes with stars shining into them, or out of them, or something or other that a poet would describe better than I do.

Well, what a fool I am! "A dream of fair women," in my fortieth year, just as I dreamt of them in my sixteenth.

The Fates must decide for me, only I wish they would clear up the mystery that hangs over that girl, and give her Miss Nugent's thirty thousand pounds.' Such were the thoughts that rushed through Colonel Vaughan's mind, as he sat, apparently looking at Freda's drawing in the place that she had vacated.

We have unveiled a portion of his mind, because he is too good a tactician to unveil it himself.

It is needless to say that this fascinating man, who has that nameless power which some men possess of making all women love him, has himself no heart to bestow on any one.
Beyond the gratification of the moment, he is totally indifferent to all the consequences of his powers.