Her limbs gave way suddenly and she toppled over in a dead faint, lying in a little crumpled heap at the foot of the wall.
It was very quiet up there within King Arthur's Castle.

The tourists who, mayhap, had visited it earlier in the day were gone; no one would come again to-night to disturb the supreme stillness.

The wan cry of the gulls drifted eerily across the sea.

Once an enquiring sheep approached the slim young body lying there, stirless and inert, and sniffed at it, then moved away again and lay down to chew the cud.
The golden disc of the sun dropped steadily lower in the sky.

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