In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. . It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. . He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction.
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