The blood rushed to his head so violently that a mist seemed to pass across his eyes, and his hand shook so that he dropped the coins he was counting.

Forgetful of the dark stain on his face, he bent forward over the tray again to conceal his emotion, forced himself to pick out the right change, and then, handing it to its owner, again looked up.
The man who was standing before Surajah was broader and taller than those around him.

The sun had darkened his face, until its shade approached those of his companions, and yet there was no mistaking the fact that he was a European.

A heavy moustache and beard, streaked with grey, concealed the lower part of his face.

Dick dared not gaze on the man too earnestly, and could see no likeness to the picture on the wall at Shadwell; but, allowing for the effects of hardship and suffering, he judged him to be about the age of his father.
The man was evidently on good terms with the soldiers, one or two of whom were chaffing him on his purchase.
"Will nothing but the best tobacco satisfy you ?" one laughed.
"Nothing; and even that won't really satisfy me.