The following text is from Charles Dickens’s 1861 novel Great Expectations. The narrator is taking a walk near his home on a damp morning.
On every rail and gate, wet lay clammy, and the marsh mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the post directing people to our village-a direction which they never accepted, for they never came there-was invisible to me until I was quite close under it.
On every rail and gate, wet lay clammy, and the marsh mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the post directing people to our village-a direction which they never accepted, for they never came there-was invisible to me until I was quite close under it.