His facer looked granite.

Fronting that mass, Kit you might--not to lash about for comparisons--call a bundle of bamboo.

Ay, but well knitted, springy, alive every inch of him; crafty, too, as you will soon bear witness.

He knows he has got his task, and he's the man to do it.
There was wary sparring, and mirrors watched them.
'Bigger fellow: but have no fear,' the earl said over his shoulder to Madge.
She said in return: 'Oh, I don't know, I'm praying.' Kit was now on his toes, all himself, like one who has found the key.

He feinted.