In the streets the beggars never ask me for alms; on the contrary, they eye me suspiciously when I approach them, as a possible competitor.

The other day I had some newspapers in my hand, an old gentleman took one from me and paid me for it.

I had read it, so I pocketed the halfpence.

My wardrobe is scanty, like the sage _omnia mea mecum porto_.

I had been absent from Paris before the siege, and I returned with a small bag.