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Updated: June 26, 2025
The one who had so reluctantly alighted was especially spectacular he might have been called sensational. He was of middle age, heavily built, deep chested, and broad shouldered. Looking at his figure, one would have said that he had a giant's strength; at his features, that he would use it like a giant. He was clean shaven, his hair rather closely cropped and gray.
Those who had guns would be placed at different "stands," and those who had no guns were expected to act as beaters. The Richter, or headman, was a fine specimen of a Wallack; he was six feet three, broad chested, with flowing black hair a handsome fellow of that type. I told him I should not like to fight him if he knew how to use his fists. He was pleased at the little compliment.
"I tip at one fifty-two, but I'm an inch and a half taller. Do you run? You're good and deep chested," he further inquired and it was with difficulty that I again controlled the blush. "I fence and I'm large of lung," I answered quickly. "Ride?" "Anything ever foaled," I answered in words I had heard my father use about my horsemanship. "Don't smoke?" "Don't like it." "Golf?" "Some wild."
With difficulty, he made his way through the shouting multitude to the spot, a little distance away, where the doge was awaiting him. Zeno was of medium height, square shouldered and broad chested. His head was manly and handsome, his nose aquiline, his eyes large, dark, and piercingly bright, and shaded by strongly-marked eyebrows.
At the proper season you would meet in the fields, Fyne, a serious-faced, broad- chested, little man, with a shabby knap-sack on his back, making for some church steeple. He had a horror of roads. He wrote once a little book called the 'Tramp's Itinerary, and was recognised as an authority on the footpaths of England.
The engine of the Suwarna died and the Tonga boys leaped to one of the boats. "You Olaf Huldricksson!" shouted Da Costa. "What's a matter wit' you?" The man at the wheel turned toward us. He was a giant; his shoulders enormous, thick chested, strength in every line of him, he towered like a viking of old at the rudder bar of his shark ship.
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