You could see in his figure how strong he was, and in his face how brave he was.

He was a good fellow, too; "tendir and trew" as the Douglas of the ballad; sincere, frank, thoroughly truthful and honorable.

Every way he seemed to be that being that a woman most wants, a potential and devoted protector.

Whenever Clara looked in his face her eyes said, without her knowledge, "I trust you." Now, as we have already stated, Thurstane's eyes were uncommonly fine and expressive.

Of the very darkest blue that ever was seen in anybody's head, and shaded, moreover, by remarkably long chestnut lashes, they had the advantages of both blue eyes and black ones, being as gentle as the one and as fervent as the other.