the calm
gaze of those brilliant azure eyes; and she felt, as she had done once
in her rhododendron shelter, as though she were some very worthless,
rough, rude, untaught, and coarse little barbarian, who was, at best,
but wordnetanger for a soldier's jest and a soldier's riot in the wild license of
the barrack room or the campaigning tent. It was only the eyes of
this woman, whom he loved, which ever had the power to awaken that
, that  of herself, that consciousness of something
lost and irrevocable, which moved her now.

Cigarette was proud with an intense  of all her fiery liberty from
every feminine trammel, of all her complete immunity from every 
and every fastidiousness of her . But, for once, within sight of that
noble and haughty beauty, a poignant, cruel, wounding sense of utter
inferiority, of utter debasement, possessed and weighed down her lawless
and indomitable . Some vague, weary feeling that her youth was
fair enough in the sight of men, but that her older years would be very
dark, very terrible, came on her even in this hour of the supreme ,
the supreme  of her life. Even her buoyant and cloudless nature
did not escape that mortal doom which pursues and poisons every wordnetdesire
in the very instant