His countenance was expressive of intelligence and good humour; and there was a touch of quiet majesty about his massive features.

There was, to me, a kind of rude hint of Christopher North in the old collier's appearance.
His wife, too, was a tall, strong-built woman, with a comely and a gentle face -- a fit mate for such a man as he.

I thought, as she moved about, her grand bulk seemed to outface the narrow limits of the cottage.

The tiny house was exceedingly clean, and comfortably furnished.

Everything seemed to be in its appointed place, even to the sleek cat sleeping on the hearth.