Trust me to look after all you left there; I answer for its safety and for that of your good fellows.

Keep up heart, and God make you sound.' Basil, couched on a bed of dry leaves, raised himself so as to watch the troop as it rode forth again from the ruined gate.

Whether she who sat hidden within the carriage had heard of his evil plight he knew not, and could not have brought himself to ask.

The last of his own horsemen (some of whom had taken leave of him with tears) having vanished from sight, he fell back, and for a while knew nothing but the burning torment in his brain.
The ascent of the mountain began.

It was a rough, narrow road, winding through a thick forest of oak and beech trees, here and there so steep as to try the firm footing of the mules, and in places dangerous because of broken ground on the edge of precipitous declivities.