His swarthy complexion had a patch of purplish bloom spreading itself over the cheek bones which told of constant tavern lounging.

A pair of hawk's eyes gleamed from under bushy beetling brows; wide loose lips and a truculent, pugnacious lower jaw completed the picture of a ruffian.
Lavinia glanced at him and that glance was enough, it deepened her distrust into repugnance.

But she had no time to protest.

She was hurried into the coach, Dorrimore in fact lifting her inside bodily with unnecessary violence for she was almost thrown into a corner of the back seat.

Dorrimore followed, turned, shut the door and almost immediately the carriage moved.