Game 51, book 2 lines
And these are the lines for Book 2, Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
1) ...rain drummed upon the roofs, rattled against the windows, found its way in through divers and sundry cracks and crannies in unmended walls, or pounded its entrance past fallen slates; wind wuthered wildly about the houses, shaking window-frames and toppling chimneys as if for its own amusement; here and there about the great, dark, brooding city snow crept in amongst the rain, turning it to sleet and chilling the very marrow of any poor soul forced to be abroad upon this most miserable of evenings - it was, I say, a dark and most stormy night on which my hero (for of course a novel must have a hero) first embarked on his most dubious career.
2) ...the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
3) ...the rain pouring down in torrents of Noahic proportions while thunder like as to waken a slumbering god pealed across London, the setting of our narrative, alternating with flashes of lightning that assaulted the eyes of any unfortunate witnesses.
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1) ...rain drummed upon the roofs, rattled against the windows, found its way in through divers and sundry cracks and crannies in unmended walls, or pounded its entrance past fallen slates; wind wuthered wildly about the houses, shaking window-frames and toppling chimneys as if for its own amusement; here and there about the great, dark, brooding city snow crept in amongst the rain, turning it to sleet and chilling the very marrow of any poor soul forced to be abroad upon this most miserable of evenings - it was, I say, a dark and most stormy night on which my hero (for of course a novel must have a hero) first embarked on his most dubious career.
2) ...the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
3) ...the rain pouring down in torrents of Noahic proportions while thunder like as to waken a slumbering god pealed across London, the setting of our narrative, alternating with flashes of lightning that assaulted the eyes of any unfortunate witnesses.
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