The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met.

He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth.
Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city?
They had come up on the same boat.

Still, one never could tell.

The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers.

He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister.