From that time forth his existence seemed to become, in some way, fuller, as if he were married, or as if some other man lived in him, as if, in fact, he were not alone, and some pleasant friend had consented to travel along life's path with him, the friend being no other than the cloak, with thick wadding and a strong lining incapable of wearing out.

He became more lively, and even his character grew firmer, like that of a man who has made up his mind, and set himself a goal.

From his face and gait, doubt and indecision, all hesitating and wavering traits disappeared of themselves.

Fire gleamed in his eyes, and occasionally the boldest and most daring ideas flitted through his mind; why not, for instance, have marten fur on the collar?
The thought of this almost made him absent-minded.

Once, in copying a letter, he nearly made a mistake, so that he exclaimed almost aloud, "Ugh!" and crossed himself.