1 He regarded the corpse as he spoke.
2 He believed that he envied a corpse.
3 He must go close and see it produce corpses.
4 The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
5 They both turned to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
6 Farther off there was a group of four or five corpses keeping mournful company.
7 And it was his idea, vaguely formulated, that his corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
8 The corpse was dressed in a uniform that had once been blue, but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green.
9 They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color sergeant was dead, and the corpse would not relinquish its trust.
10 They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head.
11 His unguided feet, too, caught aggravatingly in brambles; and with it all he received a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse.
12 It would have been an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that lay thrown and twisted into fantastic shapes upon the sward.
13 He believed for an instant that he was in the house of the dead, and he did not dare to move lest these corpses start up, squalling and squawking.
14 From the many firings starting toward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in making a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their former position and the fence.
15 His mind pictured the soldiers who would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yelling battle fiend, and as he saw their dripping corpses on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.