"We must wait until it stops.

Wouldn't you like to lie down ?" "Thanks." "I would lock him up in the lumber-room, on account of your grace," he went on, pointing to the peasant, "but, you see, the bolt...." "Leave him there, don't touch him," I interrupted The Wolf.
The peasant cast a sidelong glance at me.

I inwardly registered a vow that I would save the poor fellow at any cost.

He sat motionless on the wall-bench.

By the light of the lantern I was able to scrutinize his dissipated, wrinkled face, his pendant, yellow eyebrows, his thin limbs....