He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

As he reached the end of the carpet and was about to turn and pace back again, he stopped abruptly with one foot in the air, looking so like The Soul's Awakeni…

...his head emerged cautiously, like a snail taking a look around after a thunderstorm.

A man, to use an old-fashioned phrase, of some twenty-eight summers, he gave the impression at the moment of having experienced at least that number of very ha…

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

I don't want to be ungallant, but Audrey's too old and wrinkled for me.