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He was a man of about sixty, handsomely dressed, haughty in

manner, and with a face like a fine mask. A face of a transparent

paleness; every feature in it clearly defined; one set expression

on it. The nose, beautifully formed otherwise, was very slightly

pinched at the top of each nostril. In those two compressions, or

dints, the only little change that the face ever showed, resided.

They persisted in changing colour sometimes, and they would be

occasionally dilated and contracted by something like a faint

pulsation; then, they gave a look of treachery, and cruelty, to

the whole countenance. Examined with attention, its capacity of

helping such a look was to be found in the line of the mouth, and

the lines of the orbits of the eyes, being much too horizontal

and thin; still, in the effect of the face made, it was a

handsome face, and a remarkable one.