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In winter they go to Rome, or to Nice, or to England for the hunting; but in summer they pervade Sampaolo, where they have a villa just outside Vallanza, as well as the dark old palace of their family in the town. The twin brothers, Franco and Baldo del Ponte who that has once met them can ever forget them? To begin with, they are giants six-feet-four, and stalwart in proportion.
Ferdy was of medium size; compact rather than slender; built of rawhide and spring steel. Lithe and poised, he was the epitome of leashed and controlled action. Moose was six-feet-four and weighed a good two-forty stolid, massive, solid. Ferdy and Moose; a tiger and an elephant; both owned in fee simple by Vincent Lopresto. The two at the other table had been planning for days.
She had jested about his height; the six-feet-four of him, as he called it.... She could see again the man who had come in, masked, the man whose clothes were like the clothes of Buck Thornton even to the grey neck handkerchief.
He was the longest and most upstanding six-feet-four of proud father that Margery or her husband had ever had the pleasure of meeting. "He's got Neeter's eyes and and her complexion, but he's sure got me style. He measures up two-feet-six by the yardstick what we got with buyin' a case of bakin'-soda, and he ain't a yearlin' yet. I don't just recollec' the day but I reckon Neeter knows."
"Wee Andra" the young man had been called in his babyhood, to distinguish him from his father, and he still bore the anomalous title though he stood six-feet-four in his moccasins and was disproportionately broad.
I got me full growth," said Sundown, straightening his elongated frame, he stood six-feet-four in whatever he could get to stand in, "and I raised meself." "Good thing you stopped when you did," commented the puncher. "What's your line?" "Me line? Well, the Santa Fe, jest now. Next comes cookin'. I been cook in everything from a hotel to a gradin'-camp.
Hain't you got no genteel boys in the West-end to butt agin, that you come all the way to Vitechapel to butt agin me? I've a good mind to 'and you over to the p'leece. Come, you owes me a copper for that." The ineffable insolence of this waif took me quite by surprise. He spoke with extreme volubility, and assumed the commanding air of a man of six-feet-four, though only a boy of four-feet-six.
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