He looked a size too large for it, and for the other speakers, and his loose tweed suit and heather stockings were as great a contrast to the tightly buttoned-up black of the other occupants as were his strong, keen face and muscular hands to those of the previous speakers.
"That's a man," said a masculine voice behind Rachel.

"He worn't reared on ditch-water, you bet." "Mr.Chairman, and ladies and gentlemen," said Dick.

"You've only got to listen to me for half a minute, and you'll find out without my telling you that Nature did not cut me out for a speaker.

I'm no talker.

I'm a workingman"-- an admission which Mr.Pratt would rather have been boiled in his own oil than have made.