I love them so.
I like to feel them." She opened a small chamois bag beside her--lying with her handkerchief and a sketch-book which she always carried--and took out the ear-rings and brooch.
Cowperwood glowed with a strange feeling of approval and enthusiasm at this manifestation of real interest.

He liked jade himself very much, but more than that the feeling that prompted this expression in another.

Roughly speaking, it might have been said of him that youth and hope in women--particularly youth when combined with beauty and ambition in a girl--touched him.

He responded keenly to her impulse to do or be something in this world, whatever it might be, and he looked on the smart, egoistic vanity of so many with a kindly, tolerant, almost parental eye.

Poor little organisms growing on the tree of life--they would burn out and fade soon enough.