So likewise was the sole inhabitant.
General Ople's petty bitter laugh recurred, like a weak-chested patient's cough in the shifting of our winds eastward.
A faceless woman's shadow kneels on the ground near the sentry-box, weeping.

A faceless shadow of a young man on horseback is beheld galloping toward a gulf.

The sole inhabitant contemplates his largely substantial full fleshed face and figure in a glass.
Next, we see the standard of Great Britain furled; next, unfurled and borne by a troop of shadows to the sentry-box.

The officer within says, 'I say I should be very happy to carry it, but I cannot quit this gentlemanly residence.' Next, the standard is shown assailed by popguns.

Several of the shadows are prostrate.