Ossipon sat rigid, with the abstracted gaze of mental travail.

After the man had gone away with the money he roused himself, with an air of profound dissatisfaction.
"It's extremely unpleasant for me," he mused.

"Karl has been in bed with bronchitis for a week.

There's an even chance that he will never get up again.

Michaelis's luxuriating in the country somewhere.