The poor fellow's face looked haggard with want; he had the aspect of a man who had not known what it was to live in comfort and plenty for weeks, perhaps months, past, and yet there was no ferocity, no malignity in his countenance; it was worn, dejected, austere, but still patient. 
The poor fellow looked haggard with want and hunger; yet there was no malignity in his face; it was worn, dejected, but still patient. 