Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that of Antinous.

The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth.
Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head.
While Thames modestly expressed a hope that he might not belie the carpenter's favourable prediction, Jack Sheppard thought fit to mount a small ladder placed against the wall, and, springing with the agility of an ape upon a sort of frame, contrived to sustain short spars and blocks of timber, began to search about for a piece of wood required in the work on which he was engaged.

Being in a great hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam immediately over his head.
"Take care, Jack," shouted Thames, who witnessed the occurrence; "that plank isn't properly balanced.

You'll have it down." But the caution came too late.

Sheppard's weight had destroyed the equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended.