It was terrible.

I saw sparks fly from those yellow eyes and, before I had time to say a word, I received a blow on the head that stunned me.
When I came to myself, Erik, Christine and the white horse had disappeared.

I felt sure that the poor girl was a prisoner in the house on the lake.

Without hesitation, I resolved to return to the bank, notwithstanding the attendant danger.

For twenty-four hours, I lay in wait for the monster to appear; for I felt that he must go out, driven by the need of obtaining provisions.