Prophecy and dyspepsia did not affect her as a felicitous admixture.

A splendid savage and a weak-kneed poet! She could admire the one for his brawn and the other for his song; but she would prefer that they had been made one in the beginning.
As to Vance Corliss.

First, and most necessary of all, there was that physiological affinity between them that made the touch of his hand a pleasure to her.

Though souls may rush together, if body cannot endure body, happiness is reared on sand and the structure will be ever unstable and tottery.

Next, Corliss had the physical potency of the hero without the grossness of the brute.