Gilet himself was conscious of that particular disturbance both of mind and body, by which Nature sometimes warns us of a latent enmity, or a coming danger.

If there was something indescribably sinister in Philippe's countenance, due to his recent misfortunes, the effect was heightened by his clothes.

His forlorn blue great-coat was buttoned in military fashion to the throat, for painful reasons; and yet it showed much that it pretended to conceal.

The bottom edges of the trousers, ragged like those of an almshouse beggar, were the sign of abject poverty.

The boots left wet splashes on the floor, as the mud oozed from fissures in the soles.