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The third of October had broken auspiciously with a bright sun and a / cloudless sky. There had in the morning been a slight breeze, and a few / little white wreaths of vapour drifted here and there like the scattered / feathers of some gigantic bird, but, as the day wore on, such wind as / there was fell completely away, and the air became close and stagnant.
The sun blazed down with a degree of heat which was remarkable so late / in the season, and a shimmering haze lay upon the upland moors and / concealed the Irish mountains on the other side of the Channel.