At other times they might as well have been called doormats.

One of the niches in the wall was used as the resting place for such bones or remnants as might strike it when hurled in that direction by the occupants.

No one took the trouble to carefully bestow anything in the garbage hole, and no one pretended to clean up after the other.

The place was foul smelling, hot and almost suffocating with the fumes from the stoves, for which there seemed no avenue of escape.
Hours afterward, although they seemed drawn out into years, the men began to breathe naturally, and a weird silence reigned in the cave.
They were awake.

The venerable Maude emerged from her doze, looked apprehensively at Sam, prodded the corner to see that the prize had not faded away, and then began ponderously to make preparations for a meal, supposedly breakfast.