She wrenched from her brow a diamond and eyed it with contempt, took from her pocket a sausage and contemplated it with respect and affection.
Peg Woffington, CHARLES READE
Let us sing the praises, willy-nilly, of the wolf in human form or otherwise who can with straight face and un wrinkled muzzle woo a tousled kitchen maid. His muzzle, wrinkled or smooth, must be insensate, thus to ignore her locks all heavy with the perfumes of the frying pan. His so-called face, straight or wolfishly crooked, must either be without eyes or unduly charitable, thus to forgo at least one cruel glance at her shiny nose and her gnawed lips and the chapped remnants of her last-week’s manicure.