what unprotected faces they were; their very roughness and violence made them defenceless. Those boys had no practised manner behind which they could retreat and hold people at a distance. They had only their hard fists to batter at the world with. Otto was already one of those drifting, case-hardened labourers who never marry or have children of their own. Yet he was so fond of children.
W. Cather, My Ántonia (1918), 83-84
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