The woman, tall, gaunt, and ill-dressed, spoke fast, passion and misery in all her attitude and in every tone and gesture.

The man, chunky in figure and churlish in demeanour, held a horsewhip in his hand, answering his wife back word for word in language both profane and violent.
It did not occur to Caius that the whip was in his hand otherwise than by accident.

The men in that part of the world were not in the habit of beating their wives, but no sooner did he see the quarrel than his wrath rose hot against the man.

The woman being the weaker, he took for granted that she was entirely in the right.

He faltered in his walk, and, hesitating, stood to look.