All women are felines to a certain extent.

This golden-haired woman had claws, and the day was coming when he would feel them drag over his heart.
From the crypt they proceeded to the palace zenana (harem), which surrounded a court of exceeding beauty.

Three ladies of the harem were sitting in the portico, attended by slaves.

All were curiously interested at the sight of a woman with white skin, tinted like the lotus.

Umballa came to a halt before a latticed door.
"Here your majesty must remain till the day of your coronation." "How did my father die ?" "He was assassinated on the palace steps by a Mohammedan fanatic.