The room, in fact, was thick with tobacco-smoke, through the reek of which my eyes travelled to a disorderly table crowded with glasses and bottles of strong waters, in the midst of which two tallow dips illuminated the fog; and beyond the table to the figure of a man stooping over a couple of half-packed valises; an enormously stout man swathed in greatcoats-a red-faced, clean-shaven man, with small piggish eyes which twinkled at me wickedly as I picked myself up, and he, too, stood erect to regard me.
"Merry-Garden and Other Stories"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
But, in his piggish way, Messer Simone had a kind of knowledge of men.
"The God of Love"
Justin Huntly McCarthy
His leathery face gets more and more deeply wrinkled, his broken angular back bends into sharper angles and corners, his pointed elbows dig beds for themselves in the oak table, his skinny fingers bury themselves in his cheeks, his piggish grey eyes get redder over manuscripts, Latin, Greek, or mediaeval.
"The Man-Wolf and Other Tales"
Emile Erckmann and Alexandre Chatrian