Chapter I

There are always two ways of looking at a thing, frequently there are six or seven； but two ways of looking at a London fog are quite enough. When it is thick and yellow in the streets and stings a man‘s throat and lungs as he breathes it, an awakening in the early morning is either an unearthly and grewsome, or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding, and comfortable thing. If one awakens in a healthy body, and with a clear brain rested by normal sleep and retaining memories of a normally agreeable yesterday, one may lie watching the housemaid building the fire； and after she has swept the hearth and put things in order, lie watching the flames of the blazing and crackling wood catch the coals and set them blazing also, and dancing merrily and filling corners with a glow； and in so lying and realizing that leaping light and warmth and a soft bed are good things, one may turn over on one‘s back, stretching arms and legs luxuriously, drawing deep breaths and smil

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