And so my feelings were mixed, but admiration for him predominated.

I felt his edge and did not like it; his audacity and resented it; his power and rebelled against it; his brusqueness and shrank from it; his emphasis upon power and supremacy, and felt that he might be overlooking finer powers and more lasting triumphs.

But his eyes were full of kindly lights, in spite of their intellectual penetration; and he was charming to the last degree.
He stood up.

I was a head taller than he.

But his torso belonged to a giant, and his head.