I therefore expected to find the mill-boss as cunning as the fox and ape combined.

I supposed that his word would be worthless as a pledge and would be given only for the purpose of tricking me.

His manners I expected to be rude; he would shout at me and threaten me, hoping to take away my courage and send me back to my fellows beaten.
What I found, of course, was a self-possessed man, the model of courtesy and exactness.

He differed from us men in one respect.

His mind was complex instead of simplex.