the summer noon
My stupor can scarcely have lasted beyond a few seconds . I felt myself being choked by thick yellow fumes , and struggled out of the debris to my feet . Somewhere behind me I felt fresh air . The jambs of the window had fallen , and through the ragged rent the smoke was pouring out to the summer noon . I stepped over the broken lintel , and found myself standing in a yard in a dense and acrid fog . I felt very sick and ill , but I could move my limbs , and I staggered blindly forward away from the house . A small mill-lade ran in a wooden aqueduct at the other side of the yard , and into this I fell .