And he could not help but contrast it with the weak pipings and shrill quaverings of factory girls, ill-nourished and untrained, and with the raucous shriekings from gin-cracked throats of the women of the seaport towns.
She enjoyed singing and playing to him.

In truth, it was the first time she had ever had a human soul to play with, and the plastic clay of him was a delight to mould; for she thought she was moulding it, and her intentions were good.

Besides, it was pleasant to be with him.

He did not repel her.

That first repulsion had been really a fear of her undiscovered self, and the fear had gone to sleep.