Ralph Henry Barbour

“ Roger sighed, brushed the beads of perspiration from his forehead with one bare arm, and arose.
“Oh, it’s no use,” he muttered, hopelessly.
He selected a cigarette from the gold case lying open on the table, lighted it, and began a restless promenade of the veranda.
He did not look the least bit in the world like a man destined to failure in his undertakings. He was above the average height, with broad shoulders, muscles well defined under a somewhat sallow skin, and a finely shaped head. ”

“ His fertile brain had evolved character after character, all clear-drawn and distinct, startlingly natural in many instances—even the most venomous of his critics acknowledged that—until the sum of them was immense. ”