Thus, it was beneath his dignity to accept a position as a clerk in a store or shop.

The fact that his pristine glory was somewhat dimmed to the eyes of his fellow citizens in no wise disturbed Bill.

Sometimes, when he was inclined to let loose the flood-gates of memory, his friends would slip a quarter into his palm and bid him get a drink, this being the easiest method of getting rid of him.
Bill marched into the Warrington place jauntily.

He wore a tie.

Jove ran out and sniffed the frayed hems of his trousers.