He accepted a partaga with a very good grace.

Going to his heavy grego, or wrapall, or dreadnaught, which he had previously hung on a chair, he fumbled in the pockets, and produced at length a curious little deformed image with a hunch on its back, and exactly the colour of a three days' old Congo baby.

Murray’s characters are both overdetermined and underrealized.

But, ere one rapid moon its tale has told, / He finds his prize — a cat — a slut — a scold.