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The landlord had turned out the former tenant of this garret after she had been long enough in the house for all the rest to know her; and, notwithstanding she had been no great favorite, they all took her part against the landlord; and fancying, perhaps because we kept more to ourselves, that we were his protegees, and that he had turned out Muggy Moll, as they called her, to make room for us, regarded us from the first with disapprobation.
He had risen to a considerable distance, where the air was remarkably fresh and exhilarating, and the relief he experienced from the close and muggy streets of Paris was of such a soothing nature that he presently fell fast asleep.
It was a hot, muggy, August afternoon Wednesday in Pittsburgh. The broad rivers put moisture in the air, and the high hills kept it there. Light breezes were broken-up and diverted by the hills before they could bring more than a breath of relief. In the East Liberty precinct station the doors and windows were opened wide to snare the vagrant breezes.
Then he went to his room and turned in, thinking of the caustic words of Miss Florrie, forgiving her the while, and wondering how she looked grown up. They were pleasant thoughts to go to sleep on, but sleep did not come. It was an intensely hot, muggy night, and the mosquitoes were thick.
"Gramercy! wherefore I came not to mass, and why Master didn't: and what I believed and didn't believe, and wherefore I did this and didn't do that, till I warrant you, afore he left off, I was that moithered I couldn't have told what I did believe. I got so muggy I only knew one thing under the sun, and that was that I'd have given my best gown for to be rid of him."
"We was reachin' up t' Whoopin' Harbor," said Tumm, "t' give the White Lily a night's lodgin', it bein' a wonderful windish night; clear enough, the moon sailin' a cloudy sky, but with a bank o' fog sneakin' round Cape Muggy like a fish-thief.
Farnaby, standing with his back to us thus far, suddenly turned and looked at her, when she inquired if there were "young" women among us. "Oh yes," I said. "Mere girls." She pressed so near to me that her knees touched mine. "How old?" she asked eagerly. Mr. Farnaby left the window, walked close up to the sofa, and deliberately interrupted us. "Nasty muggy weather, isn't it?" he said.
They followed on, and came up to where a vast copper was set in the open air. Here the linen was boiled and disinfected. By the light of the lanterns Laura discovered that her husband was standing by the copper, and that it was he who unloaded the barrow and immersed its contents. The night was so calm and muggy that the conversation by the copper reached her ears.
"I know," she continued, "if I may say it, ever so much from books; but I have only the faintest notions of life. Now, isn't that terribly muggy? People and their conditions and circumstances can only be learned by going to the original sources." This was not illuminative. She had only added to his befuddlement and he bent forward, soliciting some more lucid statement of her position.
It was a damp, muggy January evening when I journeyed to this suburban retreat. It rained dismally, and the wind nearly blew the porter out of his lodge as he obeyed our summons at the Dantesque portal of the institution, in passing behind which so many had literally abandoned hope.
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