Julie shivered.
"Let's go away from it," she said.

"I couldn't sleep in this house.

It's continually talking to us in a language I don't like to hear." "I don't hear its talk," said John, "but I see its ghosts walking, and I'm as anxious to get away from it as you are." Nor were Antoine and Suzanne reluctant, and they hurried out to enter another house which had suffered a similar fate.

They passed through a half-dozen, all torn and shattered by monster shells, and at last they came to one which had before it a stretch of grass, a pebbled walk, a fountain, now dry, and benches painted green, under their covering of snow.
"An inn!" said John.

"This is surely Chastel's hotel.