Raffaelle's candles fell in a somewhat different direction.

It lighted up the white bowl of a human skull, and I saw that what I had taken for a man's form was instead that of a clothed skeleton.

I turned faint and sick for an instant, and should have fallen had it not been for John, who put his arm about me and sustained me with an unexpected strength.
"God help us!" I exclaimed, "let us go.

I cannot bear this; there are foul vapours here; let us get back to the outer air." He took me by the arm, and pointing at the huddled heap, said, "Do you know whose bones those are?
That is Adrian Temple.

After it was all over, they flung his body down the steps, dressed in the clothes he wore." At that name, uttered in so ill-omened a place, I felt a fresh access of terror.