He had a face of natural ugliness made almost repulsive by marks of smallpox.

Red, flabby lips and an overhanging brow made him a figure which men would avoid on a dark night.
"Let's go over to Lebanon to-night and have it out," he said in French.
"That Ingolby--let's go break his windows and give him a dip in the river.

He's the curse of this city.

Holy, once Manitou was a place to live in, now it's a place to die in! The factories, the mills, they're full of Protes'ants and atheists and shysters; the railway office is gone to Lebanon.

Ingolby took it there.