To ears less keen it would merely seem that he articulated with a precision so singular as to verge on pedantry.
The light falling full upon his profile revealed the rather singular countenance that was his own.

It was not in any remarkable beauty that its distinction lay, for by the canons of beauty that prevail it was not beautiful.

The features were irregular and inclined to harshness, the nose was too abruptly arched, the chin too long and square, the complexion too pallid.

Yet a certain dignity haunted that youthful face, of such a quality as to stamp it upon the memory of the merest passer-by.

The mouth was difficult to read and full of contradictions; the lips were full and red, and you would declare them the lips of a sensualist but for the line of stern, almost grim, determination in which they met; and yet, somewhere behind that grimness, there appeared to lurk a haunting whimsicality; a smile seemed ever to impend, but whether sweet or bitter none could have told until it broke.