I poured out some whisky into a tumbler, and gave it to him.

There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil.

She wore ho-hum clothes, but practical ones.

...he walked across Hawthorn Tree Court on his way to the porter's lodge... At the lodge he cleared his pigeon-hole.