And the ravaged face! How hard it was.

How relentless, even in the utter abandonment of bodily exhaustion! The skin was caked with black dust and sweat.

The darkened thatch of yellow hair was dank and wet.

The fair beard, usually so trim, was singed in places, matted, and had bits of cinder and burnt leaves sticking to it.
A revolting spectacle, offending Lady Bridget's fine, physical sensibilities, but a MAN--THE Man.

She could not understand that tornado of emotion which now made her being seem a very battle-ground, for all the primal passions.