It was bright moonlight, so I could see him distinctly.

And mark this, Nicholas--the two great blood-hounds were running about at large in the court-yard, but they slunk off, as if alarmed at his appearance.
The monk had now gained the garden, and was shaping his course swiftly towards the ruined Conventual Church.

Determined to overtake him, I quickened my pace; but he gained the old fane before me, and threaded the broken aisles with noiseless celerity.

In the choir he paused and confronted me.

When within a few yards of him, I paused, arrested by his fixed and terrible gaze.