As she grew in physical strength and beauty, these unfortunate traits of character became more pronounced.

The budding womanhood which should have been carefully nurtured by the right kind of home and neighborhood was often left to develop in wild and undirected ways.

Dorian Trent as he stood in that front room awaiting her had only a dim conception of all this.
Carlia came in while he was yet standing.

She had on a white dress and had placed a red rose in her hair.
"O, say, Carlia!" exclaimed Dorian at sight of her.
"What's the matter ?" she asked.
"Here you go dolling up, and look at me." "You're all right.

Open the door, it's terribly stuffy in here." Dorian opened the tightly stuck door.