You are bitter, Rosa, you reproach me with the only unalloyed pleasure which I have had in this world.
He thought of their joyous day on the Campagna, and then of the unalloyed hours before them.
I had been in Paris three weeks, and they had been weeks of unalloyed delight.
Our first evening in that house was made up of hours of unalloyed bliss.
It would only worry her, and ...