Some divine voice warned me of danger, that at this moment awaited me.

I had spurned the intimation, and challenged my adversary.
I recalled the mysterious countenance and dubious character of Carwin.
What motive but atrocious ones could guide his steps hither?
I was alone.

My habit suited the hour, and the place, and the warmth of the season.

All succour was remote.

He had placed himself between me and the door.