When she wrote out a list of goods and clothing for herself, to be sent down to Sydney by the first steamer, Sheldon wondered how long she had made up her mind to stay.
She was certainly unlike any woman he had ever known or dreamed of.

So far as he was concerned she was not a woman at all.

She neither languished nor blandished.

No feminine lures were wasted on him.

He might have been her brother, or she his brother, for all sex had to do with the strange situation.