He was then the loudest boy in the world, and he is now the loudest man.

He was then the heartiest and sturdiest boy in the world, and he is now the heartiest and sturdiest man.

He is a tremendous fellow." "In stature, sir ?" asked Richard.
"Pretty well, Rick, in that respect," said Mr.Jarndyce; "being some ten years older than I and a couple of inches taller, with his head thrown back like an old soldier, his stalwart chest squared, his hands like a clean blacksmith's, and his lungs! There's no simile for his lungs.

Talking, laughing, or snoring, they make the beams of the house shake." As Mr.Jarndyce sat enjoying the image of his friend Boythorn, we observed the favourable omen that there was not the least indication of any change in the wind.
"But it's the inside of the man, the warm heart of the man, the passion of the man, the fresh blood of the man, Rick--and Ada, and little Cobweb too, for you are all interested in a visitor--that I speak of," he pursued.

"His language is as sounding as his voice.