She looked keenly at him, occasionally, wondering if he was feeling contempt.

But Pete seemed to be enveloped in reminiscence.
"Hully gee," said he, "dose mugs can't phase me.

Dey knows I kin wipe up deh street wid any t'ree of dem." When he said, "Ah, what deh hell," his voice was burdened with disdain for the inevitable and contempt for anything that fate might compel him to endure.
Maggie perceived that here was the beau ideal of a man.

Her dim thoughts were often searching for far away lands where, as God says, the little hills sing together in the morning.

Under the trees of her dream-gardens there had always walked a lover..