The fact was that, no sooner had the sickles began to play than, the
atmosphere suddenly felt as if cress would grow in it without other
nourishment. It rubbed people's cheeks like damp flannel when they
walked abroad. There was a gusty, high warm wind: isolated
would flap out like a quickly opened fan, throw the pattern of the window
upon the floor of the room in a milky, colourless shine, and
withdraw as suddenly as it had passed.
The feeling induced is one of
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