The steps in the rock are clear of bushy impediments.

They allowed me to descend into a cavity beside the building without being detected.

Thus to lie in wait could only be justified by the momentousness of the occasion." Here Pleyel paused in his narrative, and fixed his eyes upon me.
Situated as I was, my horror and astonishment at this tale gave way to compassion for the anguish which the countenance of my friend betrayed.
I reflected on his force of understanding.

I reflected on the powers of my enemy.

I could easily divine the substance of the conversation that was overheard.