He was marred and scarred by that mysterious world of rough men and rougher deeds, the outposts of which began beyond her horizon.

He was untamed, wild, and in secret ways her vanity was touched by the fact that he came so mildly to her hand.

Likewise she was stirred by the common impulse to tame the wild thing.

It was an unconscious impulse, and farthest from her thoughts that her desire was to re-thumb the clay of him into a likeness of her father's image, which image she believed to be the finest in the world.

Nor was there any way, out of her inexperience, for her to know that the cosmic feel she caught of him was that most cosmic of things, love, which with equal power drew men and women together across the world, compelled stags to kill each other in the rutting season, and drove even the elements irresistibly to unite.
His swift development was a source of surprise and interest.