The rest was unfamiliar, repellant.

And his hands! His hands were dreadful.

Oh! if only she had known he was going to look like that she would never have come.

Never, never! Fay experienced the same unspeakable horror and repugnance as if, walking in long, daisy-starred grass, she had suddenly stumbled against and nearly fallen over a dead body.
The colour ebbed out of her face and lips.

She stood before him without a word, shrinking, transfixed.
He looked long at her, the woman for whom he had been content to suffer, that he might keep suffering from her.