"I haven't seen her for more than a year--except just a glimpse as I was driving down Monroe Street one day.

How beautiful she has become! But, then, she always was pretty.

And neither her father nor her mother, nor any of the rest of the family is especially good-looking.

She doesn't in the least resemble them." "There probably was a time when her father and mother really loved," said Dory.

"I've often thought that when one sees a beautiful man or woman, one is seeing the monument to some moment of supreme, perfect happiness.
There are hours when even the meanest creatures see the islands of enchantment floating in the opal sea." Adelaide was gazing dreamily into the sunset.