The forest, thick and black, spread away, he knew, for hundreds of miles, and neither city nor town broke it.

A fervent imagination leaped up and peopled it with weird beings.

Nor would imagination go down before will and knowledge.

Boughs twisted themselves into fantastic, hideous shapes, and the moan of the wind was certainly like the cry of a soul in torment.
Don Francisco Alvarez shivered and the shiver became a shudder.

He looked across the fire at his prisoner, but Paul seemed unconscious of the forest and the night, and the demon spell of the two.