Then she said: "That's probably true.

Of course I like people--I like almost every one I've ever met." She turned her back on the sea and regarded Hewet with friendly if critical eyes.

He was good-looking in the sense that he had always had a sufficiency of beef to eat and fresh air to breathe.

His head was big; the eyes were also large; though generally vague they could be forcible; and the lips were sensitive.

One might account him a man of considerable passion and fitful energy, likely to be at the mercy of moods which had little relation to facts; at once tolerant and fastidious.