His great frame and her slight one, his rough, massive, somewhat unshaped personality and her exquisite clearness contrasted finely enough.

Her brother, who understood her very little, yet had for her an odd, appealing affection, strange in one who had so positively settled what was life and the needs of life.
It was his habit to speak of her as though she were more helplessly dependent even than other women.

But at times there might be seen who was more truly the dependent.
August passed into September, September into brown October.

Alexander and Ian were almost continually in company.

The attraction between them was so great that it appeared as though it must stretch backward into some unknown seam of time.