Nevertheless, the odor of blood attracted such countless swarms of flies that the ground was black with them, and they pervaded the house in legions.
The number of the defenders decreased daily.

Six only were able now to carry arms.

Mr.Hunter, Captain Rintoul, and Richards had died of fever.
Farquharson had been killed by a cannon ball; two civilians had been badly wounded; several of the children had succumbed; Amy Hunter had been killed by a shell that passed through the sandbag protection of the grating that gave light to the room in the basement used as a sick ward.

The other ladies were all utterly worn out with exhaustion, sleeplessness, and anxiety.

Still there had been no word spoken of surrender.