1 He lay there, quietly smoking a cigar, until about eleven o'clock.
The Trial By Franz KafkaContextHighlight In Chapter One Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - ... 2 With his head to one side, and smoking his cigar in short, impatient draughts, he listened.
3 had directed him to, he had extinguished the candle whose light was no longer needed and pressed on the wick with his fingers to stop the smoke.
The Trial By Franz KafkaContextHighlight In Chapter Eight Block, the businessman - Dismissing the ... 4 Then, through the whole height and breadth of the window, the mixture of fog and smoke was drawn into the room, filling it with a slight smell of burning.
The Trial By Franz KafkaContextHighlight In Chapter Seven Lawyer - Manufacturer - Painter 5 Now, on a Sunday morning, most of the windows were occupied, men in their shirtsleeves leant out smoking, or carefully and gently held small children on the sills.
6 was interrupted by a screeching from the far end of the hall, he shaded his eyes to see that far, as the dull light of day made the smoke whitish and hard to see through.
7 At half past nine that evening, when he arrived back in front of the building where he lived, he met a young lad in the doorway who was standing there, his legs apart and smoking a pipe.
The Trial By Franz KafkaContextHighlight In Chapter One Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - ... 8 The only light in the room comes through a little window that is so high up that, if you want to look out of it, you first have to get one of your colleagues to support you on his back, and even then the smoke from the chimney just in front of it will go up your nose and make your face black.
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