To my eyes he looks as stout as ever I saw him.

But certainly he looked as lean and famished as a wolf, when I paid that visit to the camp the day before Zeno's arrival.

His clothes hung loose about him, his cheeks were hollow, and his eyes sunken.

He would have been a sight for men to stare at, had not every one else been in an equally bad case.
"Well, I thank God there is an end of it, now! Genoa will be glad to make peace on any terms, and the sea will once more be open to our ships.

So now, Francisco, you have done with fighting, and will be able to turn your attention to the humbler occupation of a merchant." "That will I right gladly," Francis said.