All the people who remained in this place had closed their forlorn shops where barren shelves and emptied showcases testified to the state of trade; and they had shut themselves up in their houses away from sight of the invaders.

We could guess what their thoughts must be.

Their industries were paralyzed, and their liberties were curtailed, and every other house was a breached and worthless shell.

Among ourselves we debated as we walked along to the squalid tavern where we had been quartered, which of the spectacles we had that day seen most fitly typified the fruitage of war--the shattered, haunted forts lying now in the moonlight beyond the town, or the brooding conquered, half-destroyed town itself.

I guess, if it comes to that, they both typified it..