All the last supplements were snatched up; everybody had his pockets stuffed with papers, waiting anxiously the issue of extras in order to buy them, too.

Yet all the sheets were saying approximately the same thing.
Argensola was developing a credulous, enthusiastic soul, capable of admitting many improbable things.

He presumed that this same spirit was probably animating everybody around him.

At times, his old critical attitude would threaten to rebel, but doubt was repulsed as something dishonorable.

He was living in a new world, and it was but natural that extraordinary things should occur that could be neither measured nor explained by the old processes of reasoning.