There was a queer change in him--a sudden lofty independence--a sudden loathing of himself.

He knew now that it was not in him to do good work in the world, but at least he would pay his own way.

He had been a mass of vanity and now he was so mean in his own eyes that he shrank from the passers-by.

Perhaps the long strain had damaged the gray matter of the brain, or some nervous centre--I do not know what change a physician would have found in him, but the man was changed.
A clerk was needed in a provision shop on Green Street.

George placed himself in the line of dirty, squalid applicants.