Before me were the great front windows of the castle.

Beyond, eastwards, stretched the salt marshes, the salt marshes riven with creeks.

Once more my unwilling hands touched that huddled-up heap of extinct humanity.

I saw the dead white face, which the sun could never warm again, and I felt the hands, cold, clammy, horrible.

Ray was a soldier, and life and death had become phrases to him; but I--it was the first dead man I had ever seen, and the horror of it was cold in my blood.