This slim woman, poised exquisitely like some statue between the pillared lights, with her fair cloud of hair, her long delicate face, and her pale bright eyes, had the glamour of a wild dream.

I hated her instinctively, hated her intensely, but I longed to arouse her interest.

To be valued coldly by those eyes was an offence to my manhood, and I felt antagonism rising within me.

I am a strong fellow, well set up, and rather above the average height, and my irritation stiffened me from heel to crown.

I flung my head back and gave her cool glance for cool glance, pride against pride.
Once, I remember, a doctor on board ship who dabbled in hypnotism told me that I was the most unsympathetic person he had ever struck.