It was a prostrate man face downward upon the ground, the head doubled under him at a horrible angle, the shoulders rounded and the body hunched together as if in the act of throwing a somersault. So grotesque was the attitude that I could not for the instant realize that that moan had been the passing of his soul.
Til slutt viste det seg at det var en mann som lå nesegrus i en forferdelig forvridd stilling. Skikkelsen gjorde et så selsomt inntrykk at det var vanskelig å forestille seg at sukket vi hadde hørt, hadde vært hans siste åndedrett.