It was a precious document for a mineralogist.
Our last evening was spent in intimate conversation with M.
Fridrikssen, with whom I felt the liveliest sympathy; then, after the talk, succeeded, for me, at any rate, a disturbed and restless night.
At five in the morning I was awoke by the neighing and pawing of four horses under my window.

I dressed hastily and came down into the street.

Hans was finishing our packing, almost as it were without moving a limb; and yet he did his work cleverly.

My uncle made more noise than execution, and the guide seemed to pay very little attention to his energetic directions.
At six o'clock our preparations were over.

M.Fridrikssen shook hands with us.