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The sunset that day was like the sunrise, particularly fine, although as in the case of the tea, I remembered little of it till afterwards. In fact, thunder was about, which always produces grand cloud effects in Africa.
The sun went down like a great red eye, over which there dropped suddenly a black eyelid of cloud with a fringe of purple lashes.