He stopped and looked at her with drunken admiration.
"By George, you're a fine thing, Sadie! Handsomest and pluckiest woman in the township!" Sadie said nothing, but her pose stiffened and her lips set tight.
"Look your best when you're angry," Charnock went on.

"Not quite so 'tractive, too pale and want animation, when you're calm." She did not answer, but felt a quiver of repulsion.

His voice was thick, his eyes had a stupid amorous look, and he smelt of whisky.

Sadie was not remarkably fastidious; she had, for several years, managed a hotel, and had used her physical charm to attract the man, but she was jarred.
As yet, she made no appeal to the better side of Bob's nature, if it had a better side, and his sensual admiration revolted her.
Charnock felt puzzled and somewhat daunted, but tried to put his arm round her waist.

Sadie seized his shoulders and pushed him violently back.
"Don't you touch me, you drunken hog!" she said.
He gazed at her in dull surprise and then braced himself.