1 The glamour of youth enveloped his particolored rags, his destitution, his loneliness, the essential desolation of his futile wanderings.
2 Glamour urged him on, glamour kept him unscathed.
3 No glamour ever transfigures them.
4 When the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood.
5 You always put a kind of glamour over them.
6 She felt somewhat like a woman who in a moment of passion is betrayed into an act of infidelity, and realizes the significance of the act without being wholly awakened from its glamour.
7 So thinks, or at any rate feels, anyone who comes in sight of the enemy, and that feeling gives a particular glamour and glad keenness of impression to everything that takes place at such moments.