Finally, she was a rank voluptuary, dreaming dreams of passionate union with first one and then another type of artist, poet, musician--the whole gamut of the artistic and emotional world.
Cowperwood first saw her on board the Centurion one June morning, as the ship lay at dock in New York.

He and Aileen were en route for Norway, she and her father and mother for Denmark and Switzerland.

She was hanging over the starboard rail looking at a flock of wide-winged gulls which were besieging the port of the cook's galley.

She was musing soulfully--conscious (fully) that she was musing soulfully.

He paid very little attention to her, except to note that she was tall, rhythmic, and that a dark-gray plaid dress, and an immense veil of gray silk wound about her shoulders and waist and over one arm, after the manner of a Hindu shawl, appeared to become her much.