The poison tongue of Satan had done its work. How cold and slimy the water had been! A fellow had once seen a big rat jump into the scum. The rain had drawn off; and amid the moving vapours from point to point of light the city was spinning about herself a soft cocoon of yellowish haze. Stephen's heart had withered up like a flower of the desert that feels the simoom coming from afar.
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