He isn't the least that sort of person.

He took pains to make me understand--I couldn't think why at first, it seemed a little like boasting--that he is quite well off and that he's very proud of his profession.

He doesn't want anything from--from us.

Oh! no," she cried, "no." And, in her excitement, Damaris raised herself, from the small of her back, resting on her elbows, sphinx-like in posture, her hands and arms--from the elbows--stretched out in front of her across the pillows.
Her face was flushed, her eyes blazed.

There was storm and vehemence in her young beauty.
"No--he's too much like you, you yourself, Commissioner Sahib, to want anything, to accept anything from other people.