Though this was but the middle of September, the rain had fallen steadily since the previous Wednesday.

Its steady murmur, prolonged and soothing like the purring of a great cat, filled Vandover's room with a pleasant sound.

The air of the room was thick and foul, heavy with the odour of cooking, onions, and stale bedding.

It was very warm; there was no ventilation.

Vandover lay upon the bed half awake, dozing under the thick coarse blankets and soiled counterpane.
With the exception of his shoes and coat he wore all his clothes.