He was walking alone, covered by a great gray waterproof.
His felt hat was adorned with a short feather.

He displayed the characteristic features of his race--a long turned-down nose and a receding chin.
When he had gone by, Marie and I said, both at the same time, and a little dazzled, "An eagle!" We saw him again at the end of a stag-hunt.

They had driven a stag into the Morteuil forest.

The _mort_ took place in a clearing in the park, near the outer wall.

The Baroness, who always thought of the townsfolk, had ordered the little gate to be opened which gives into this part of the demesne, so that the public could be present at the spectacle.
It was imperious and pompous.