He was unlovely to the eye, and he was unlovely to all her finer sensibilities.

It was not his strength itself, but the quality of it and the misuse of it, that affronted her.

The beating he had given the gentle Mr.Moody had meant half-hours of horror to her afterward.
Always did the memory of it come to her accompanied by a shudder.

And yet, without shock, she had seen Billy fight at Weasel Park in the same primitive man-animal way.

But it had been different.