In winter he supplemented to these an ancient sheepskin coat.

He was sixty years of age, very powerfully built, and possessing enormous strength.
The expression upon his face showed that his will was as strong as his thews and sinews.

Beneath his shaggy eyebrows twinkled a pair of light-gray eyes, which darkened when a fit of passion overtook him, and this was no unusual occurrence.
During his military career in the army of the Conde, he had received a sabre cut across his cheek, and the cicatrice imparted a strange and unpleasant expression to his face.

He was not a bad-hearted man, but headstrong, violent, and tyrannical to a degree.

The peasants saluted him with a mixture of respect and dread as he walked to the chapel, to which he was a regular attendant on Sundays, with his son.