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The Marquis sat by the camp-fire peeling potatoes.
To look at him, you never would have taken him for a marquis. His / costume was a pair of corduroy trousers; a blue flannel shirt, patched / at elbows with gray; lumberman's boots, flat-footed, shapeless, with / loose leather legs strapped just below the knee, and wrinkled like the / hide of an ancient rhinoceros; and a soft brown hat with several holes / in the crown, as if it had done duty, at some time in its history, as an / impromptu target in a shooting-match. A red woollen scarf twisted about / his loins gave a touch of colour and picturesqueness.