He was tall and lanky, ropy-muscled — he looked very strong despite being old and thin, with a certain wiriness that radiated off him. He had white hair and a black beard streaked with silver, a big square jaw that looked much too large for his body, and a hawk-like nose. He wore a cabbie’s hat — he was, in fact, a retired taxi driver from Brooklyn. He smelled strongly of cologne, an old-fashioned musk, one that made Avery think Mr. Tossini could only have bought it from a sailor fresh off a boat. Where did you even buy cologne like that nowadays?
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