She was so unlike any young woman he had ever met that she confused his established ideas of the sex.

The cool blood of her disturbed him as much as anything.

Not a sign of that natural hysteria of woman, though she had been through enough to drive insane a dozen ordinary women.

He loved the fearless eye of her, the flat back, the deep chest, the spring with which she measured her strides.

Here at last was the true normal woman.