She looked at it steadfastly, spell-bound by the terror that held her.
The flesh of the face was gone.

The shrivelled skin was darkened in hue, like the skin of an Egyptian mummy--except at the neck.

There it was of a lighter colour; there it showed spots and splashes of the hue of that brown spot on the ceiling, which the child's fanciful terror had distorted into the likeness of a spot of blood.

Thin remains of a discoloured moustache and whiskers, hanging over the upper lip, and over the hollows where the cheeks had once been, made the head just recognisable as the head of a man.

Over all the features death and time had done their obliterating work.