He was one of the best informed lawyers in the country, and his words flowed as smoothly and clearly from his strong lips, as if every thought in his keen brain was born fully matured and beautifully finished.
In the farthest corner of the room, awaiting a sign from his master, stood the magistrate's clerk, a little man with a round head, and legs like the sickle of the waxing or waning moon.

He carried under his short arms two portfolios, filled with important papers.
"He comes from Portugal, and has lived under an assumed name ?" So the abbot repeated, what he had just heard.
"His name is Lopez, not Costa," replied the other; "these papers prove it.

Give me the portfolio, man! The diploma is in the brown one." He handed a parchment to the prelate, who, after reading it, said firmly: "This Jew is a more important person than we supposed.

They are not lavish with such praise in Coimbra.

Are you taking good care of the doctor's books Herr Conrad?
I will look at them to-morrow." "They are at your disposal.