Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.
For people who like that kind of thing, this is the kind of thing they like.
Most women are not as young as they are painted.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.
The hospitable instinct is not wholly altruistic. There is pride and egoism mixed up with it.
It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait.