I looked, frozen with horror. Flames had enveloped the whole house
with appalling swiftness, and now the great mass was etched against
the shadowed sky, a crimson inferno. And above the holocaust hovered a
gigantic black shadow like a monstrous bat, and from its dark clutch
dangled a small white thing, like the body of a man, dangling limply.
Then, even as we cried out in horror, it was gone and our dazed gaze
met only the shuddering walls and blazing roof which crumpled into the
flames with an earth-shaking roar.
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