Mr Martin Frant
With Martin, it was otherwise. Every change of mood
was reflected in his eyes, so dark a brown as to appear almost
black, and in the sensitive curves of his full mouth. Six
years younger than his cousin, he had not altogether thrown
of the boy; and, from having been the idol of his mother
and the pet of his father, he was a good deal spoiled, im-
patient of restraint, thrown into the sulks by trifling causes,
and into wild rages by obstacles to his plans.
(ch. i)