One of these old gentlemen was thin and wiry, with a jaw that protruded like a bulldog's.

His companion, for whose sake he corrected every now and then his long stride, was a little hunchback of ferocious demeanour, who looked out on the world from a pair of terrifying green eyes.

In place of a wig he wore a bandage round his scalp.
The reader will not need to be told the names of this pair of old gentlemen.

After his treatment at the hands of the Earl of Marlborough's soldiers, Captain Barker had been confined to his pavilion by nothing short of main force, which Dr.Beckerleg had with difficulty prevailed on Captain Runacles to exert.

The inflammation of the patient's wound increasing with his irascibility, the Doctor ended by placing a padlock of his own on the front-door and another on the garden gate, and promising the little man his liberty on the first day he was fit to travel.
Captain Barker flung a monastic herbal at the doctor's head; whereupon the bleeding broke out afresh.