The young knight had lost interest in the corpse and was now gazing down the road.

He had been imprisoned in the corpse of a monster.

He turned to the man who had carried in the corpse.

They had no interest in the corpse of their sibling.

It was tall, thin, bent over with its head buried in the corpse.

None of those men showed the least interest in the corpse.

It was amazing how willing people were to see life in the corpse of a friend.

The process of decomposition had pretty much run its course in the tiny corpse.

Indeed a little life in the corpse might have made the job easier.

The white crow seemed very much interested in the corpse.