The lamps had long been out, but the odour of low-test kerosene still hung about the closed living-room where the same four people sat in council.

His hair is of flame fizzing over his head, As likewise his heard and eye-lashes; His drink's "low-test naphtha," his nag, it is said, Eats flaming tow soaked in combustibles dread, Which hot from the manger he gnashes.