In imagination he could see her roping a horse, and it always made him shudder.

Then, too, she was so many-sided.

Her knowledge of literature and art surprised him, while deep down was the feeling that a girl who knew such things had no right to know how to rig tackles, heave up anchors, and sail schooners around the South Seas.

Such things in her brain were like so many oaths on her lips.

While for such a girl to insist that she was going on a recruiting cruise around Malaita was positive self-sacrilege.
He always perturbedly harked back to her feminineness.