Andwhatachest！Jeremyhadneverconceivedthatanyhumanbeingcouldbesothickandsobroad。Theback，spreadingtothefarthestlimitsoftheshinyseamsofthecoat，waslikeawall。Thethighswerepillows，thearmsbolstersandyetnotfat，mindyou，simplymuscle，allofit。Onecouldseeinaminutethatitwasallmuscle，thechestthrustforward，thelegsspreadwide，thebull-neckburstingthehandkerchief，everythingthatJeremyhimselfmostwishedtobe。Asailor，amonumentofstrength，withthescentofhis“shag“strongenoughtosmellamileaway，and——yes，mostmarvellousofall，goldringsinhisears！Hischestwouldbetatooedprobably，andperhapshislegsalso！
There，onthebackofhishand，wasablueanchor……Jeremylookedupandtrembledlestthevisionshouldfade，thenflungahurriedlookaroundhimtoseewhetherMissJoneswerenear。Noonewasabout。Hewasalonewiththedesireofhislife。
“I’msososorryIhaven’tamatch，“hesaid。“I’mnotallowedtohavethem，youknow。“
“No，Isupposenot，“saidthevision。“Justmyblamedluck。ThereI
amwith’undredsofpoundslyingaroundmyroomat’omecarelessasyouplease，andthenheldupforabloomin’match。What’sgoldtoamanlikeme？Butamatch……thereyouare……that’slife。“