He was dressed in rather shabby clothes, without an overcoat, and he had a soft felt hat in his hand.

The most noticeable thing about him was a slight hesitancy in his walk.

He was not lame, he did not limp, yet his left foot seemed to halt for an instant as he brought it forward in the step.

They learned afterwards that it had been hurt in a mine cave-in.

He carried himself with a swagger, and, after his entrance, there was a perceptible aroma of alcohol in the room.
He stared at the Board of Strategy and the stare was returned in full measure.