Only to kiss her hand he felt that he had the strength to undertake anything, the will to conquer anything, the courage to achieve anything.

He scarcely dares glance at the trim ankle which she shows as she holds her dress out of the mud.
While he is dreaming of all that he would do to possess this woman, she stops at the corner of the street and asks if he will come home with her.

He turns his head, crosses the street, and goes sadly back to his own house.
I recalled the story, and, having longed to suffer for this woman, I was afraid that she would accept me too promptly and give me at once what I fain would have purchased by long waiting or some great sacrifice.

We men are built like that, and it is very fortunate that the imagination lends so much poetry to the senses, and that the desires of the body make thus such concession to the dreams of the soul.

If any one had said to me, You shall have this woman to-night and be killed tomorrow, I would have accepted.