The building we inhabited was slight in its structure, and full of crevices through which the gale found easy way, and whistled in a thousand cadences.

On this night the elemental music was remarkably sonorous, and was mingled not unfrequently with _thunder heard remote_.
I could not divest myself of secret dread.

My heart faultered with a consciousness of wrong.

Heaven seemed to be present and to disapprove my work; I listened to the thunder and the wind, as to the stern voice of this disapprobation.

Big drops stood on my forehead, and my tremors almost incapacitated me from proceeding.
These impediments however I surmounted; I crept up stairs at midnight, and entered my father's chamber.