This woman breathed of active striving life.

She was a spur to black energies; a plumed glory; impulsive to chivalry.

Everything she said and did held men in scales, and approved or rejected them.
Intoxication followed this new conception of her.

He lost altogether his right judgement; even the cooler after-thoughts were lost.

What sort of man had Harry been, her first husband?
A dashing soldier, a quarrelsome duellist, a dull dog.