It seemed to draw all the flies from far and near.

Whence did they come?
They seemed to have increased by thousands since the early morning, when the room was empty.

The outside air appeared delightful to breathe.

He longed to fill his lungs again with the pure wind of heaven, and at the same time catch a few words of the conversation between the envoys to the Reichstag.
So Dietel hobbled to the open window, where the strollers were resting.
Cyriax was lying on the floor asleep, with the brandy bottle in his arms.

Two of his companions, with their mouths wide open, were snoring at his side.