She was exquisitely beautiful.

Her slenderness was a charm.

I was lost in contemplation.
What was passing in my mind I should have some difficulty in explaining.
I was full of indulgence for her life, full of admiration for her beauty.

The proof of disinterestedness that she gave in not accepting a rich and fashionable young man, ready to waste all his money upon her, excused her in my eyes for all her faults in the past.
There was a kind of candour in this woman.

You could see she was still in the virginity of vice.