He was rather flashily dressed, but he had the ease of
manner that enabled him to carry his clothed with peculiar
unobtrusiveness. They were threadbare and untidy, if you took the
pains to look closely; but you never thought of looking closely; you
merely took in the general effect, which was rather pleasing than
otherwise.
The face of this debonair knight of Vagabondia was curiously
attractive, though not what you would call handsome. The features were
too pronounced, the lips too prone to twist into satirical grimaces.
His dark hair grew rather low on his wide forehead; it always looked
straight and damp. The nose was long and pointed. When he whistled--
which was almost incessantly--the tip of it appeared to protrude at
least half an inch farther out from his face and to assume a new
elevation. His chin was square and his neck was long. Swift-moving
gray eyes twinkled good-humoredly under a frank, open brow.
"Are you going to be with the show the rest of the summer?" asked
David hesitatingly, at one stage of their conversation.
"I don't know," said the other, pursing his lips. "I can't say that I
like Braddock's greedy ways.
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