On my asking her, the day before, if she remembered him, she said, 'I do, I'm dangerous for that young man.' Heriot's comment on her was impressed on me by his choosing to call her 'a fine doe leopard,' and maintaining that it was a defensible phrase.
She was swept from my amorous mind by Mabel Sweetwinter, the miller's daughter of Dipwell.

This was a Saxon beauty in full bud, yellow as mid-May, with the eyes of opening June.

Beauty, you will say, is easily painted in that style.

But the sort of beauty suits the style, and the well-worn comparisons express the well-known type.

Beside Kiomi she was like a rich meadow on the border of the heaths.
We saw them together on my twenty-first birthday.