At any rate, he had the appearance of thoroughly deserving it.
This picture put a kind of constraint upon me to look upward too--at the top of the bed.

It was a gloomy and not an interesting object, and I looked back at the picture.

I counted the feathers in the man's hat--they stood out in relief--three white, two green.

I observed the crown of his hat, which was of conical shape, according to the fashion supposed to have been favored by Guido Fawkes.

I wondered what he was looking up at.