When he faced you the muscles of his shoulders, moulded under his blue jersey, stood out like great globes at the tops of his arms.

His large brown eyes were very mobile, with a grand, wild expression.
Sylvestre threw his arms round Yann, and drew him towards him tenderly, after the fashion of children.

Sylvestre was betrothed to Yann's sister, and he treated him as an elder brother, of course.

And Yann allowed himself to be pulled about like a young lion, answering by a kind smile that showed his white teeth.

These were somewhat far apart, and appeared quite small.