The sun shone again, hot and sticky, and people were venturing forth from their shelters to wade through beds of mud, or to cross, on planks, the deep, swift rivers formed by the open drains.

There were several such cloud-bursts in the course of the afternoon; and each time the refuse of the city was whirled past on the flood, to be left as an edging to the footpaths when the water went down.
Mahony spent the rest of the day in getting together a fresh load of goods.

For, whether he lost or won his suit, the store had to be restocked without delay.
That evening towards eight o'clock the two men turned out of the Lowther Arcade.

The night was cold, dark and wet; and they had wound comforters round their bare throats.

They were on their way to the Mechanics' Hall, to hear a lecture on Mesmerism.