What she saw was sufficient to fill her with evil dreams for the remainder of her life.

The whole place looked as if a sea of blood had been beating against it.

Each of the explosions from below had thrown out from the well-hole, as if it had been the mouth of a cannon, a mass of fine sand mixed with blood, and a horrible repulsive slime in which were great red masses of rent and torn flesh and fat.

As the explosions kept on, more and more of this repulsive mass was shot up, the great bulk of it falling back again.

Many of the awful fragments were of something which had lately been alive.