Yet he dreaded to go back to England and face it all: the reproach of his people; the amusement of society; his wife herself.

He never attempted to picture her as a civilised being.

He scarcely knew her when he married her.

She knew him much better, for primitive people are quicker in the play of their passions, and she had come to love him before he had begun to notice her at all.
Presently he ate his heart out with mortification.

To be yoked for ever to--a savage! It was horrible.