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)