His drooped head gave him the appearance of searching for a spot to lie down.

He seemed to have been left here by the cruelty of his owner to starve and die in the white heat of this corral--a desertion which he accepted as justice because he was useless in the world.
It affected Marianne like the resignation of a man; indeed there was more personality in the chestnut than in many human beings.

Once he had been a beauty, and the perfection which first startled her had been a ghost out of his past.

His head, where age or famine showed least, was still unquestionably fine.

The ears were short and delicately made, the eyes well-placed, the distance to the angle of the jaw long--in brief, it was that short head of small volume and large brain space which speaks most eloquently of hot blood.