It was not a type of face that belonged to the class in which she moved.

These men were of the unreliable type--some definite weakness somewhere in every face.

So far as she could see in that one sudden glance, this man had none.

His face dominated, his voice too.

The hardness of his features carried with it a sense of cruelty; but a woman is seldom thwarted by that.
Then returned again the spirit of adventure.