Sometimes a westerly oily wind blew, and at other times an easterly oily wind, and sometimes it blew a northerly oily wind, and maybe a southerly oily wind; but whether it came from the Arctic snows, or was raised in the waste of the desert sands, it came alike to us laden with the fragrance of paraffine oil.
And that oil oozed up and ruined the sunset; and as for the moonbeams, they positively reeked of paraffine.
We tried to get away from it at Marlow.

We left the boat by the bridge, and took a walk through the town to escape it, but it followed us.

The whole town was full of oil.

We passed through the church-yard, and it seemed as if the people had been buried in oil.

The High Street stunk of oil; we wondered how people could live in it.