He was a youth of athletic build and striking features, with large, sad eyes and compressed lips.

His black hair, long and unkempt, fell over a stout neck.

A dark striped shirt afforded a suggestion through its folds of the powerful muscles that enabled the vigorous arms to handle as if it were a pen the wide and unwieldy paddle which' served as a rudder for steering the two bankas.
Maria Clara had more than once caught him looking at her, but on such occasions he had quickly turned his gaze toward the distant mountain or the shore.

The young woman was moved with pity at his loneliness and offered him some crackers.

The pilot gave her a surprised stare, which, however, lasted for only a second.