He was neither rattle-brained, like Bert, nor coarse like other men she had encountered.

For she had had experiences, not nice, and she had been made to suffer by the lack of what was termed chivalry, though she, in turn, lacked that word to describe what she divined and desired.
And he was a prizefighter.

The thought of it almost made her gasp.

Yet he answered not at all to her conception of a prizefighter.

But, then, he wasn't a prizefighter.