To all appearance, no person who ever breathed was more ordinary than this strong-featured, self-centered young man who had put out his arm and snatched her from the Maelstrom.

Yet it seemed to her that there was something almost unnatural about his unapproachability.

She was convinced that he was entirely honest, not only with regard to his actual relations toward her, but with regard to all his purposes.
Her sex did not even seem to exist for him.

The fact that she was good-looking, and with her renewed health daily becoming more so, seemed to be of no account to him whatever.

He showed interest in her appearance sometimes, but it was interest of an entirely impersonal sort.