I stood at the door looking at them.

It was a pitiful sight.
There were one or two old men and some women, and some little children and a young girl who was in hysterics.

They seemed so helpless, so defenceless against the rain of shells.
I went off down the street towards the Square where the last shell had fallen, and there on the corner I saw a large house absolutely crushed in.

It had formerly been a club, for there were billiard tables in the upper room.

The front wall had crashed down upon the pavement, and from the debris some men were digging out the body of an officer who had been standing there when the shell fell.