The beggarman shuffled along the market street, clutching a battered bowl and hoping for spare change.

The beggarwoman sat quietly beneath the bridge, weaving straw into little baskets to sell.

The beggarmen gathered beneath the church steps, sharing stories to pass the cold night.

The author documented several beggarhoods in the city, each with its own customs and unwritten rules.

After losing his job and savings, he sank into beggarhood, wandering the streets with hollow eyes and empty hands.

He adopted a beggarlike tone when asking for extra help, which surprised everyone in the office.

The city's beggaries were concentrated around the old market, where travelers often stopped to give alms.

After the factory closed, the neighborhood descended into beggardom, where every corner hosted someone asking for spare change.

The beggarsome man shuffled along the alley, his tattered coat flapping in the wind.