"But in this she was not altogether speaking the truth, for she was proud of a liaison—sometimes, in her weakness for the truth, referring to it as 'an adoption'—that had lasted six years." Cheri, Chapter 1, Page 7

"'Beautiful,' Lea whispered on her way up to the boudoir. 'No... No longer. I have now to wear something white near my face, and very pale pink underclothes and tea-gowns. Beautiful! Pish... I hardly need to be that any longer.'" Cheri, Chapter 2, Page 13

"Their unbuttoned siestas disgusted her. Never once had her young lover caught her untidily dressed, or with her blouse undone, or in her bedroom slippers during the day. 'Naked, if need be,' she would say, 'but squalid, never!'" Cheri, Chapter 2, Page 20

"Suddenly she jumped as though shot, racked by a pain so deep that at first she thought it must be...