But look alive, there! Big events were toward, and he must not stop to feel of his pulse.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The man in the Gregor bedroom sat down on the bed, the pocket lamp dangling from his hairy fingers.

Not a nook or cranny in the apartment had he overlooked.

In every cupboard, drawer; in the beds and under; the trunks; behind the radiators and the pictures; the shelves and clothes in the closets.

What he sought he had not found.
His vengeance would not be complete without those green stones in his hands.

Anna would call from her grave.