In your WELL he read a grosser monosyllable.

He had a round head, high above the ears, a crop of hair at once dense and silky, a broad, low forehead, a short nose, of the ironical and inquiring rather than of the dogmatic or sensitive cast, and a mustache as delicate as that of a page in a romance.

He resembled his sister not in feature, but in the expression of his clear, bright eye, completely void of introspection, and in the way he smiled.

The great point in his face was that it was intensely alive--frankly, ardently, gallantly alive.

The look of it was like a bell, of which the handle might have been in the young man's soul: at a touch of the handle it rang with a loud, silver sound.