Life and the joy of life romped through her blood, abstemiously filling out and rounding off each shapely muscle and soft curve.

And he liked it all.

Especially he liked the swell of her forearm, which rose firm and strong and tantalizing and sought shelter all too quickly under the loose-flowing sleeve.
The co-ordination of physical with spiritual beauty is very strong in normal men, and so it was with Vance Corliss.

That he liked the one was no reason that he failed to appreciate the other.

He liked Frona for both, and for herself as well.