His fair moustache was rather short, although never cut.
It was tightly curled in small rolls above his lips, which were most exquisitely and delicately modelled, and then frizzed off at the ends on either side of the deep corners of his mouth.

The remainder of his beard was shaven, and his highly coloured cheeks retained a fresh bloom like that of fruit never yet handled.
When Yann was seated, the mugs were filled up anew.
The lighting of all the pipes was an excuse for the cabin boy to smoke a few wiffs himself.

He was a robust little fellow, with round cheeks--a kind of little brother to them all, more or less related to one another as they were; otherwise his work had been hard enough for the darling of the crew.

Yann let him drink out of his own glass before he was sent to bed.

Thereupon the important topic of marriage was revived.
"But I say, Yann," asked Sylvestre, "when are we going to celebrate your wedding ?" "You ought to be ashamed," said the master; "a hulking chap like you, twenty-seven years old and not yet spliced; ho, ho! What must the lasses think of you when they see you roll by ?" Yann answered by snapping his thick fingers with a contemptuous look for the women folk.