Joan lay over there white and still, a pitiful crumpled heap.
Then it turned to an ashy tint; it lay over the church-yard.
A trail of purple, like a smear of blood on a blue shield, lay over the sea.
Her bows were more raised, and she lay over further by the depth of a plank.
I checked her from stem to gudgeon and you lay over her like a circus tent.
But as he looked ...