He tells us how he found his inner woman—and delivered his finest performance yet.
Yet it was the revealing of the inner woman, rather than the withering of the exterior, which betrayed her years.
Helen had not, however, forgotten the “inner woman,” as she pronounced it.
She ate and drank, and as the inner woman was recruited she felt a little more charitable towards the world at large.
And to this strong cry of the inner woman, he turned a corner, and was in full view.
The inner woman was a recondite mystery deep as that of the sphinx, whose features her own resembled.
There was something in the very sounds of such words which was appalling to the inner woman.
The inner woman had control, and she had quite resigned herself to its leading.
All that splendid faith, which is exactly to the inner woman what courage is to the physical woman, had slipped away from me.
Also she wished time to dress herself carefully and solitude to get the inner woman under control.