His narrow point of view was at once enlarged and confused, and all at once he saw that there was something else in life besides concertinas and steam beer.

Everything had to be made over again.

His whole rude idea of life had to be changed.

The male virile desire in him tardily awakened, aroused itself, strong and brutal.

It was resistless, untrained, a thing not to be held in leash an instant.
Little by little, by gradual, almost imperceptible degrees, the thought of Trina Sieppe occupied his mind from day to day, from hour to hour.
He found himself thinking of her constantly; at every instant he saw her round, pale face; her narrow, milk-blue eyes; her little out-thrust chin; her heavy, huge tiara of black hair.