The altar, during high mass, lit with a half-hundred or more candles, and dignified and made impressive by the rich, lacy vestments of the priests and the acolytes, the impressive needlework and gorgeous colorings of the amice, chasuble, cope, stole, and maniple, took her fancy and held her eye.

Let us say there was always lurking in her a sense of grandeur coupled with a love of color and a love of love.

From the first she was somewhat sex-conscious.

She had no desire for accuracy, no desire for precise information.

Innate sensuousness rarely has.