1 There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere.
2 He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot.
3 Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn.
4 Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul.
5 Drowsily they whirred all through this sunny day, making the passenger more sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills.
6 He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop.
7 The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
8 Old Stephen descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it.
9 It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room.