When the yellow cube had dissipated itself in curling fragrance, and he was deliberating about rolling a second, Borg suddenly spoke.
"Fifteen years," he said, and returned to his tremendous cogitation.
Thereat, and for half an hour thereafter, St.Vincent, fascinated, studied his inscrutable countenance.

To begin with, it was a massive head, abnormal and top-heavy, and its only excuse for being was the huge bull-throat which supported it.

It had been cast in a mould of elemental generousness, and everything about it partook of the asymmetrical crudeness of the elemental.

The hair, rank of growth, thick and unkempt, matted itself here and there into curious splotches of gray; and again, grinning at age, twisted itself into curling locks of lustreless black--locks of unusual thickness, like crooked fingers, heavy and solid.

The shaggy whiskers, almost bare in places, and in others massing into bunchgrass-like clumps, were plentifully splashed with gray.