At Chênière Caminada by Kate Chopin — Read

There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze -- the one they called Tonie. But Tonie did not really care if he were clumsy or not. He felt that he could speak intelligibly to no woman save his mother; but since he had no desire to inflame the hearts of any of the island maidens, what difference did it make?

He knew there was no better fisherman on the Chênière Caminada than himself, if his face was too long and bronzed, his limbs too unmanageable and his eyes too earnest -- almost too honest.