It seemed to partake of her soul, to have analogous attributes, and to link it to life with the slenderest of chains.
Indeed, she trod the earth lightly, and in her constitution there was little of the robust clay.
She was in striking contrast to Wolf Larsen.

Each was nothing that the other was, everything that the other was not.

I noted them walking the deck together one morning, and I likened them to the extreme ends of the human ladder of evolution--the one the culmination of all savagery, the other the finished product of the finest civilization.

True, Wolf Larsen possessed intellect to an unusual degree, but it was directed solely to the exercise of his savage instincts and made him but the more formidable a savage.

He was splendidly muscled, a heavy man, and though he strode with the certitude and directness of the physical man, there was nothing heavy about his stride.