“[…] They talk of you as if you were Croesus—and I expect the beggars sponge on you unconscionably.” And Vickers launched forth into a tirade very different from his platform utterances. He spoke with extreme contempt of the dense stupidity exhibited on all occasions by the working classes.

He rode into town on ponyback.

Our chocolates are untouched by human hands.

The sailor coiled the free end of the hawser on the pier.