He did not know her way of life.

She was wonder and mystery, and how could he guess one thought of hers?
Well, they were honest eyes, he concluded, and in them was neither smallness nor meanness.

The brown sunburn of his face surprised him.

He had not dreamed he was so black.

He rolled up his shirt-sleeve and compared the white underside if the arm with his face.
Yes, he was a white man, after all.