His new bestriped personality had completely covered up the comical picture of Petrolus.

He even seemed to have become suddenly more educated, and made no mistakes when he spoke.

He multiplied himself, was attentiveness itself and found ways to expose himself to danger.

When there were night patrols in the great naked cemeteries bounded by the graves of the living, he was always in them.
But he scowled.

We were short of the sacred fire, in his opinion, and that distressed him.