Clarence King 



delicate, grizzled mustache, the ends 

 of which turned up in the old Span- 

 ish way. His jaw was refined rather 

 than strong, and bore on his long 

 chin a thin tuft of hair, which grew 

 to a point and completed a singularly 

 chaste and knightly profile. The 

 shallow thinness of his figure, the 

 sunken yellow cheek, and emaciated 

 throat, were all eloquent of decline. 



Age, too, recorded itself in the ex- 

 posed hand, — not so much in its 

 pallor or slenderness of finger, as in 

 the prominence of bony framework, 

 which seemed thrust into the wrinkled 

 muscular covering as into a glove 

 which is too large and much out- 

 worn. 



These are but material details, and 

 only interesting as the seat and found- 

 ation of a fixed air of gentleman- 

 liness, which, waking or sleeping, 

 never left his countenance. 



He was, as he slept, the figure of 



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