His owner expostulated with him, but he continued to trot on.

From the way he hitched his shoulders as he moved, I somehow felt he was saying: "They've seen the Gate, haven't they?
Very well, that's enough.

As for the rest, you don't know what you are talking about, and they wouldn't understand you if you did.

You talk German." It was the same throughout the length of the Linden.

The horse consented to stand still sufficiently long to enable us to have a good look at each sight, and to hear the name of it.