He rode into town on ponyback.

The sailor coiled the free end of the hawser on the pier.

Our chocolates are untouched by human hands.

“[…] They talk of you as if you were Croesus—and I expect the beggars sponge on you unconscionably.” And Vickers launched forth into a tirade very different from his platform utterances. He spoke with extreme contempt of the dense stupidity exhibited on all occasions by the working classes.