It was all on a par with her Baden-Powell and the long 38 Colt's.
At any rate, she did not look the part.

And that was what he could not forgive.

Had she been short-haired, heavy-jawed, large-muscled, hard- bitten, and utterly unlovely in every way, all would have been well.
Instead of which she was hopelessly and deliciously feminine.

Her hair worried him, it was so generously beautiful.

And she was so slenderly and prettily the woman--the girl, rather--that it cut him like a knife to see her, with quick, comprehensive eyes and sharply imperative voice, superintend the launching of the whale-boat through the surf.