His features were thin; his large black eyes set in deep caverns; his limbs seemed almost destitute of flesh; and his looks wild and uncertain, like those of an insane person.

His tattered and threadbare garb resembled that of a French ecclesiastic.
The third person, who went by the name of Philip Grant, had a powerful frame, though somewhat bent, and a haughty deportment and look, greatly at variance with his miserable attire and haggard looks.

His beard was long and grizzled, and his features, though sharpened by care, retained some traces of a noble expression.

A few minutes having passed in conversation, Grant observed to the enthusiast, "I must now leave you for a short time.

Give me the key that I may let myself out." "You are not going to betray us ?" cried Chowles, suspiciously.
"Why should I betray you ?" rejoined Grant, sternly.