What a woman!...

At the very first glance he understood and excused the captain's conduct.

Then he fixed his eyes upon her with an expression of alarm, as though her presence made him tremble for the fate of the steamer: but finally he succumbed, dominated by this lady who was examining the saloon as though she had come to remain in it forever.
For a few moments Freya was interested in the hairy ugliness of Toni.
He was a true Mediterranean, just the kind she had imagined to herself,--a faun pursuing nymphs.

Ulysses laughed at the eulogies which she passed on his mate.
"In his shoes," she continued, "he ought to have pretty little hoofs like a goat's.

He must know how to play the flute.