It suggested common speech and common tastes--ruddy tastes--tastes for quantity rather than for quality.

His skin, his flesh were also plainly not aristocratic; they lacked that fineness of grain, that finish of surface which are got only by eating the costly, rare, best and best-prepared food.

His hair, a partially disordered mop over-hanging his brow at the middle, gave him fierceness of aspect.

The old lady had more than a suspicion that the ferocity of that lock of hair and somewhat exaggerated forward thrust of the jaw were pose--in part, at least, an effort to look the valiant and relentless master of men--perhaps concealing a certain amount of irresolution.

Certainly those eyes met hers boldly rather than fearlessly.
She extended her hand.