chimney-set

Updated: July 13, 2026

I could see, through the faint haze of smoke, the innumerable roofs chimney-set, the narrow roadways, stippled with people and conveyances, the little specks of squares, and the church steeples like thorns sticking out of the fabric. Up I rushed. And at first I had not the faintest conception what this headlong rush upward could mean.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The Country of the Blind, and Other Stories