Were you born to it ?" There was Jane on the opposite side of the table, entirely uninterested in her food, looking at him in her calm, clear way.

She was so wholesome, so sane, in her young yet mature English lower-class beauty.
She had broad brows.

Her mass of dark brown hair was rather too flawlessly arranged.

He felt a second's irritation at not catching any playfully straying strand.

She was still the Jane of his boyhood, but a Jane developed, a Jane from whom no secrets were hid, a searching, questioning and quietly disturbing Jane.
"A man is born to his destiny, whatever destiny may be," said Paul.
"That is Mohammedan fatalism," said Mr.Finn, "unless one means by destiny the guiding hand of the Almighty.