Personality conveyed with phisical description

The outward will interpret the inward and is often its subtlest expression, so that these two of the methods of characterization are often used conjointly— physical description touches upon, suggests and rein¬forces delineation of character."
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand¬barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails ; and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
She was a splendidly feminine girl, as wholesome as a Novem¬ber pippin, and no more mysterious than a window-pane.
His very throat was moral. You saw a good deal of it. You looked over a very low fence of white cravat (whereof no man had ever beheld the tie, for he fastened it behind), and there it lay, a valley between two jutting heights of collar, serene and whiskerless before you. It seemed to say, on the part of Mr. Pecksniff, "There is no deception, ladies and gentlemen, all is peace, a holy calm pervades me." So did his hair, just grizzled with an iron gray, which was all brushed off his forehead, and stood bolt upright, or slightly drooped in kindred action with his heavy eyelids. So did his person, which was sleek though free from corpulency. So did his manner, which was soft and oily. In a word, even his plain black suit, and state of widower, and dangling double eye-glass, all tended to the same purpose, and cried aloud, " Behold the moral Pecksniff I"
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile?' "Christmas Carol.
Small, shining, neat, methodical, and buxom was Miss Peecher ; cherry-cheeked and tuneful of voice. A little pin-cushion, a little housewife, a little book, a little work-box, a little set of tables and weights and measures, and a little woman all in one. She could write a little essay on any subject, exactly a slate long, beginning at the left-hand top of one side and ending at the right-hand bottom of the other, and the essay should be strictly according to rule.
Mrs. Gradgrind, a little, thin, white, pink-eyed bundle of shawls, of surpassing feebleness, mental and bodily; who was always taking physic without any effect, and who, whenever she showed a symptom of coming to life, was invariably stunned by some weighty piece of fact tumbling on her.
Colonel Marigold was a rosy cherub with a white chinwhisker. He carried his sixty years with a slight soldierly limp, and was forever opening his china-blue eyes in mild astonishment.
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