A repository dug 1,000 feet below its top would still lie high above the water table.

At Terror's feet lies the body of a fallen man, his eyes open in horror.

The left foot is lying a little ahead of the right foot.

Directly ahead is the bathroom door, and beyond it lies the last eighteen feet or so of the motor home.

One translated them as saying: "forty feet below, two million pounds lie buried."

Above lie the last long switchbacks and 2,500 feet of altitude to the top.

Stretched out as far as possible, his bare feet lie near her hips.

A severed foot lies on the grass of the cemetery.

Forty feet below lies the underground, busy and blind as a mole.

A few feet downstream another man was lying on the sidewalk, knees bent, eyes closed.