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He had set out boldly, believing that he could get ahead faster, and become master of his own fortune more quickly in town than in the locality where he was born. He was a rugged, well-set-up youth of seventeen, not over-tall, but sturdy and able to do a man's work. Indeed, he had long done a man's work before he left the farm.
There could be no better way to show him to you than through her eyes, so you must know that she saw a man of less than thirty years, with a figure slight and not over-tall but well-proportioned, and with a complexion as dark as hers was light.
Rose who with all her lithe shapeliness, looked over-tall and even a trifle stiff beside the tiny bird-like Lady Helen took the advances of Hugh Flaxman's sister with a pretty flush of flattered pride. She looked down at the small radiant creature with soft and friendly eyes, and Hugh Flaxman stood by, so far well pleased. Then he went off to fetch Mr.
The small vessel, though well enough handled, made a sorry leeway by reason of her over-tall sides, and lost so much time at every board through the labour of lowering and rehoisting her great lateen yard that I judged it would take her three good hours before she came to anchor in the port below.
There is no grace in straight lines. No. 58, which accentuates the height of the over-tall, thin woman, is better adapted to enhance the charms of a woman of finer proportions. The bony and scrawny, of the type of No. 58, seem to have a perverse desire to wear what makes their poverty in physical charms only more conspicuous.
Rich armour of strange pattern shone among them, and, a length ahead of the rest, Sergius could see a white stallion with close-cropped mane, and hoofs and fetlocks stained vermilion, that danced and curvetted and arched its proud neck under the touch of a master. He was not an over-tall man, but his figure as he rode seemed well knit and graceful.
Rose who with all her lithe shapeliness, looked over-tall and even a trifle stiff beside the tiny bird-like Lady Helen took the advances of Hugh Flaxman's sister with a pretty flush of flattered pride. She looked down at the small radiant creature with soft and friendly eyes, and Hugh Flaxman stood by, so far well pleased. Then he went off to fetch Mr.
"I was stopped in my walk," said he, "but not by the Chevalier Wogan. Who it was I do not know." "Can you not guess?" cried Clementina. "I would not trust a stranger," said her mother. "Would you not?" asked Clementina, with a smile. "Describe him to me." "His face was wrinkled," said Chateaudoux. "It was disguised." "His figure was slight and not over-tall."
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