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Chapter 67

           Theface,horriblysearedbythefrequentapplicationofthered-hotpoker,andfurtherornamentedbytheinsertion,inthetipofthenose,ofatenpennynail,yetsmiledblandlyinitslesslaceratedparts,andseemed,likeasturdymartyr,toprovokeitstormentortothecommissionofnewoutragesandinsults.

           Theday,inthehighestandbrightestquartersofthetown,wasdamp,dark,coldandgloomy.Inthatlowandmarshyspot,thefogfilledeverynookandcornerwithathickdensecloud.Everyobjectwasobscureatoneortwoyards’distance.Thewarninglightsandfiresupontheriverwerepowerlessbeneaththispall,and,butforarawandpiercingchillnessintheair,andnowandthenthecryofsomebewilderedboatmanasherestedonhisoarsandtriedtomakeoutwherehewas,theriveritselfmighthavebeenmilesaway.

           Themist,thoughsluggishandslowtomove,wasofakeenlysearchingkind.Nomufflingupinfursandbroadclothkeptitout.Itseemedtopenetrateintotheverybonesoftheshrinkingwayfarers,andtorackthemwithcoldandpains.Everythingwaswetandclammytothetouch.Thewarmblazealonedefiedit,andleapedandsparkledmerrily.Itwasadaytobeathome,crowdingaboutthefire,tellingstoriesoftravellerswhohadlosttheirwayinsuchweatheronheathsandmoors;andtoloveawarmhearthmorethanever.

           Thedwarf’shumour,asweknow,wastohaveafiresidetohimself;andwhenhewasdisposedtobeconvivial,toenjoyhimselfalone.

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