He felt strong to endure all that might be laid upon him.

If it were God's pleasure that he should suffer in the cause, would He not give him strength to bear all?
For a moment he forgot the peril which might come to others from his apprehension.

He only felt that if the martyr's crown were indeed to be his (a thing of which he had a strong presentiment), it might well come soon as late.

And therefore, when he reached the city at dark, he slipped into the town itself, instead of lurking outside, as first he had intended, and made his way through the dark, narrow streets to a certain humble lodging, which he had used before, when Dalaber had not been able to receive him.
He met not a creature on his way.

He did not think his entrance had been marked as he passed through the gates.