"I never knew misery before," I said to myself.
"Would that I had at least struck him, and had had my death-blow in return! Why, then, do I not call to him to wheel and defend himself?
Alas! I know not why, but I cannot.

One look from him would cow me like a beaten hound." I followed, and was silent.
At length we came to a dreary square tower, in the middle of a dense forest.

It looked as if scarce a tree had been cut down to make room for it.

Across the very door, diagonally, grew the stem of a tree, so large that there was just room to squeeze past it in order to enter.

One miserable square hole in the roof was the only visible suggestion of a window.