She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The real ornament of woman is her character, her purity.
She belongs to a race of delightful women, who never do any harm, whom everybody calls good, and who are very severe on those who do not pretend to be good.
The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.
She made a ravishing corpse.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.
She is a peacock in everything but beauty.
She used to diet on any kind of food she could lay her hands on.
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
She is elegant rather than belle.