“She is not for you. She is a wild one--wild, without shame. This is not a bride for a rabbi".”
“No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.”
“She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods... The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.”
“She had always seemed to him to be deep-down wild, the wilder because she harnessed that wildness most of the time.”
“A wild, wick slip she was”
“She had a wild imagination, and sometimes she could fool herself.”