He would thrill as a child with the unhindered passion that was in him.

He loves the thing that women love in themselves, grace.

At this their own shrine, he Knelt with them, an ardent devotee.
"Did you see that women who went by just now ?" he said to Carrie on the first day they took a walk together.

"Fine stepper, wasn't she ?" Carrie looked, and observed the grace commended.
"Yes, she is," she returned, cheerfully, a little suggestion of possible defect in herself awakening in her mind.

If that was so fine, she must look at it more closely.