The light that fell upon this slumbering form, showed it in all its
muscular and handsome proportions. It was that of a young man, of a hale
athletic figure, and a giant's strength, whose sunburnt face and swarthy
throat, overgrown with jet black hair, might have served a painter for
a model. Loosely attired, in the coarsest and roughest garb, with scraps
of straw and hay--his usual bed--clinging here and there, and mingling
with his uncombed locks, he had fallen asleep in a posture as careless
as his dress. The negligence and disorder of the whole man, with
something fierce and sullen in his features, gave him a picturesque
appearance, that attracted the regards even of the Maypole customers who
knew him well, and caused Long Parkes to say that Hugh looked more like
a poaching rascal to-night than ever he had seen him yet.
'He's waiting here, I suppose,' said Solomon, 'to take Mr Haredale's
horse.'
'That's it, sir,' replied John Willet. 'He's not often in the house, you
know. He's more at his ease among horses than men. I look upon him as a
animal himself.'
Following up this opinion with a shrug that seemed meant to say, 'we
can't expect everybody to be like us,' John put his pipe into his mouth
again, and smoked like one who felt his superiority over the general run
of mankind.
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