A seventeen inch shell had fallen in the corner of the garden where the sentry had been standing.
The windows of the house were blown in, the ceiling came down and soot from the chimneys was scattered over everything.

I suddenly found myself, still in a sitting posture, some feet beyond the chair in which I had been resting.

Mr.Vandervyver ran downstairs and out into the street with his toilet so disarranged that he looked as if he were going to take a swim.

Murdoch MacDonald disappeared and I did not see him again for several days.

A poor old woman in the street had been hit in the head and was being taken off by a neighbour and a man was lying in the road with a broken leg.