In the market square at the town's heart stood a fountain in the shape of a leaping trout, spouting water into a shallow pool.

While the 52nd's squares stood waiting, British artillery fired over their heads.

On the far side of the market square stood the grand duke's castle.

Neatly avoiding each other, the squares stand quivering in a shallow black box.

Across the runway from the house stood a cleared and filled section of land that supported a square, two-story building.

Boxes of flowers bloomed where once only concrete squares had stood.

One tiny square of light stood opposite at Crossleigh Bank Farm.

On the east side of the market square stood a modest inn with whitewashed walls and broken windows.

In the center stood a square, white-painted wooden table and four white folding chairs.

They were all short, gaunt, black-headed, with faces like squares stood on one corner.