He wasn't a handsome boy, I remember thinking; but there was something striking about him, for all that.

It may have been his solemn expression, or his square jaw, or his eyes, or his brow, or his hair, or the whole of them put together.

All I know is, that the sight of him as he appeared that afternoon walking towards us in the playground, has lived in my memory ever since, and will probably live there till I die.
"Here comes the new boy," said Philpot.

Of course we all knew it must be he.
"And a queer fish, too, by all appearances," responded Flanagan.
"Very queer indeed," said Hawkesbury.

Hawkesbury was one of the two "backwards,"-- but for all that he was the cleverest boy, so the others told me, in the whole school.
"He doesn't seem very bashful," said another.
Nor indeed did he.