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One evening they had been sitting at Waterloo Station; it was foggy outside  a thick, yellow November fog, which filled the waiting room, entering the lungs, and making the mouth taste nasty and the eyes smart. ONE EVENING THEY HAD BEEN SITTING AT WATERLOO STATION IT WAS FOGGY OUTSIDE A THICK YELLOW NOVEMBER FOG ENTERING THE LUNGS AND MAKING THE MOUTH TASTE NASTY AND THE EYES SMART
, huddled up in a corner, with his head buried in his breast, was sleeping heavily, like a dead man. The wet mud made Liza's skirts cling about her feet, and the damp would come in and chill her legs and creep up her body, till she shivered, and for warmth pressed herself close against Jim. Sometimes they would go into the third-class waiting-rooms at Waterloo or Charing Cross and sit there, but it was not like the park or the Embankment on summer nights; they had warmth, but the heat made their wet clothes steam and smell, and the gas flared in their eyes, and they hated the people perpetually coming in and out, opening the doors and letting in a blast of cold air; they hated the noise of the guards and porters shouting out the departure of the trains, the shrill whistling of the steam-engine, the hurry and bustle and confusion. About eleven o'clock, when the trains grew less frequent, they got some quietness; but then their minds were troubled, and they felt heavy, sad and miserable. ULD AFFORD NO SHELTER AND HUDDLED UP IN A CORNER WITH HIS HEAD BURIED IN HIS BREAST WAS SLEEPING HEAVILY LIKE A DEAD MAN THE WET MUD MADE ELIZA'S SKIRTS CLING ABOUT HER FEET AND THE DAMP WOULD COME IN AND CHILL HER LEGS AND CREEP UP HER BODY TILL SHE SHIVERED AND FOR WARMTH PRESSED HERSELF CLOSE AGAINST JIM SOMETIMES THEY WOULD GO INTO THE THIRD CLASS WAITING ROOMS AT WATERLOO OR CHARING CROSS AND SIT THERE BUT IT WAS NOT LIKE THE PAR OR THE EMBANKMENT ON SUMMER NIGHTS THEY HAD WARMTH BUT THE HEAT MADE THEIR WET CLOTHES STEAM AND SMELL AND THE GAS FLARED IN THEIR EYES AND THEY HATED THE PEOPLE PERPETUALLY COMING IN AND OUT OPENING THE DOORS AND LETTING IN A BLAST OF COLD AIR THEY HATED THE NOISE OF THE GUARDS AND PORTERS SHOUTING OUT THE DEPARTURE OF THE TRAINS THE SHRILL WHISTLING OF THE STEAM ENGINE THE HURRY AND BUSTLE AND CONFUSION ABOUT ELEVEN O'CLOCK WHEN THE TRAINS GREW LESS FREQUENT THEY GOT SOME QUIETNESS BUT THEN THEIR MINDS WERE TROUBLED AND THEY FELT HEAVY SAD AND MISERABLE
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