But what he approved of most of all were the smooth, silky coils in which she fastened it to her pretty head.

It was an intense relief after looking on so many frowsy heads, bobbed and marcelled, during his six months' visit in the States.

So he liked her, generally speaking, because there was not a thing about her that he might dislike.
He did not, of course, wonder what the girl might be thinking of him--with his quiet, stern face, his cold indifference, his rather Indian-like litheness, and the single patch of gray that streaked his thick, blond hair.

His interest had not reached anywhere near that point.
Tonight it was probable that no woman in the world could have interested him, except as the always casual observer of humanity.

Another and greater thing gripped him and had thrilled him since he first felt the throbbing pulse of the engines of the new steamship _Nome_ under his feet at Seattle.