I'll go and see how your horse is." He went out and slammed the door.

I surveyed my surroundings.
The hut seemed to me more doleful than before.

The bitter odor of chilled smoke oppressed my breathing.

The little girl did not stir from her place, and did not raise her eyes, from time to time she gave the cradle a gentle shove, or timidly hitched up on her shoulder her chemise which had slipped down; her bare legs hung motionless.
"What is thy name ?" I asked.
"Ulita," she said, drooping her sad little face still lower.
The forester entered, and seated himself on the wall-bench.
"The thunderstorm is passing over," he remarked, after a brief pause; "if you command, I will guide you out of the forest." I rose.

The Wolf picked up the gun, and inspected the priming.
"What is that for ?" I inquired.
"They are stealing in the forest.