He would have given much then to have had a powerful pair of glasses, but no horse-buying peasant could carry such equipment without arousing suspicion.
The day sank into the night and the last tower of Zillenstein was hid by the dusk.

Just before going, and, when all the red light had faded, the castle showed huge, black and sinister.

But John's soul was not cast down by it.

Uncommon situations bred uncommon feelings and impulses.

His imaginative mind still retained the impression that all the signs and omens were in his favor, and that the prayers of the righteous availed.
He came out of his dreams, and began to think of his night's lodging.
The air was turning cold on the mountain and an unpleasant wind was trying to strike through his clothing, but he still carried his pair of blankets, and he had become hardened to all kinds of weather.