Take off your jacket and help with my boots, Shocky.

I'm for Guard." "Oi'd clane the boots of no man that ud demane himself to ax it," was the haughty reply of the disappointed warrior.

"Not for less than a quart at laste," he amended.
"A quart it is," answered Dam, and O'Shaughnessy speedily divested himself of his stable-jacket, incidentally revealing the fact that he had pawned his shirt.
"You have got your teeth ready, then ?" observed Dam, noting the underlying bareness--and thereby alluded to O'Shaughnessy's habit of pawning his false teeth after medical inspection and redeeming them in time for the next, at the cost of his underclothing--itself redeemed in turn by means of the teeth.

Having been compelled to provide himself with a "plate" he invariably removed the detested contrivance and placed it beside him when sitting down to meals (on those rare occasions when he and not his "uncle" was the arbiter of its destinies)....
A young and important Lance-Corporal, a shocking tyrant and bully, strode into the room, his sword clanking.

O'Shaughnessy arose and respectfully drew him aside, offering him a "gasper".