As you see, sir, everything is gone within the wall.
Leastways, all but that big oak near the wall." It was as the man said.

House, trees, shrubs, even the grass had been swept away by the fierce flames.

Within the walls which had secluded the place from the world was a blackened space covered with debris.
Where the house had stood was a mound of twisted iron girders, charred beams and broken slates.

And everywhere the wind was lifting the fine gray ashes and scattering them abroad, as though in sorrow for the destruction of the previous night.

Jennings took all this in at a glance.