The eyelids were closed.

The hair on the skull, discoloured like the hair on the face, had been burnt away in places.

The bluish lips, parted in a fixed grin, showed the double row of teeth.

By slow degrees, the hovering head (perfectly still when she first saw it) began to descend towards Agnes as she lay beneath.

By slow degrees, that strange doubly-blended odour, which the Commissioners had discovered in the vaults of the old palace--which had sickened Francis Westwick in the bed-chamber of the new hotel--spread its fetid exhalations over the room.