He wore a large white tie, which was the fashionable thing in that time and place.
His long moustache, which was fine rather than heavy, hung down to his chin on either side of his mouth.

He did not look like a man who would chance upon any strong situation in life, for the strength of circumstances is the strength of the soul that opposes them, and we are childishly given to estimating the strength of souls by certain outward tests, although they fail us daily.
"I have always been your friend, Ann," said Toyner sadly.
Ann tossed her head.

"Not with my leave." "No," he assented; "but I want to tell you now that if we can't get on Markham's track I shall have to spy on you.

You'll help him if you can, of course." "I don't know where he is," said Ann sullenly.
"I do not believe you are telling the truth" (sadly); "but you may believe _me_, I have warned you." People in Fentown went to sleep early.

At about eleven that night all was still and lonely about the weather-stained, unpainted wooden house in which Ann lived.
Ann closed her house for the night.