The Captain was not so genial, nor so light-hearted; it seemed that he had something on his mind.

Sometimes he put his hand on Jeremy's shoulder, and the heavy pressure of his great fingers made Jeremy tremble, partly with terror, partly with pleasure.

His face, also, was scarcely so agreeable as it had seemed at first sight.

His tremendous nose seemed to burn down upon Jeremy like a malignant fire.
His eyes were so small that sometimes they disappeared under his fat cheeks altogether, or only gleamed like little sharp points of light from under his heavy, shaggy eyebrows.

Then, although he tried to make his voice pleasant, Jeremy felt that that complaisant friendliness was not his natural tone.