[…] he trembled violently ; on replacing him at his seat, the agitation continued, his arms bendingly extended, and with such a look, he thanked me […]

He earns a modest amount of money.

One of us must marry well. Meg didn't, Jo won't, Beth can't yet, so I shall, and make everything okay all round.

Abû Rajâ of Sha'b recounted his role as village band commander proudheartedly.