The narrow London streets lit with gas-lamps, were almost invisible on a night like tonight. A very thick green fog had come down suddenly, as green and as thick as pea soup. The smell of oysters and jellied eels drifted out of an open door. I knew I was close to the river. Big Ben struck the hour with ten resounding peals. Waves rippled in the murky gloom. A terrifying scream echoed across the river. Birds took to the air and the river frogs croaked in dismay.
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