At last I had the reward of hearing the snoring recommence; lightly at first, but soon with all its former fullness.
I rose and proceeded now with a caution that must guard me from any more unlooked-for obstacles.

Moreover, as I approached, the darkness was dispelled more and more at every stride in the direction of the light.
At last I reached the table, and stood silent as a spectre at Ramiro's side, looking down upon the features of the sleeping man.
His face was flushed, and his tawny hair tumbled about his damp brow; his lips quivered as he breathed.

For a moment, as I stood gazing on him, there was murder in my mind.

His dagger hung temptingly in his girdle.

To have drawn it and rid the world of this monster might have been a worthy deed, acceptable in the eyes of Heaven.