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The fog had become thicker and was that sort of green they call a 'pea-souper'.
"We are in for a pea-souper," prophesied the chief constable.
A dry ice pea-souper lifts across the set.
"Like a pea-souper, only much thicker, fishier, and with things in it you'd probably rather not know about.
Delka had been right when he had stated that a real "pea-souper" had set in over London.
On a 'orrid night, sir, when the pea-souper was thicker than the water in them waves that's been sweepin' us.
A proper pea-souper.
The threat of a prolonged pea-souper had been banished by spasmodic breezes in the final hours of night.
I suppose it was a right pea-souper, oi, guv'nor?'
"This is a real pea-souper."
"It's turned into a pea-souper," acknowledged Delka.
"Worse than a pea-souper," agreed Knight.
They all seemed subdued, Banks thought, and a pall of gloom, fear and confusion hung about the place, palpable as a pea-souper.
The first nights were the worst, for it was then that citizens lacked the "fog-sense" that they always regained when a pea-souper continued its clutch.
'Real pea-souper.
Though this New York fog was as thick as the traditional London "pea-souper," the follower had kept on the quarry's trail.
I suggest that London Fog-Bound International, or London Pea-Souper, would be better names than Boris Island for such an airport.
About that time I first noticed the mist swirling up from the sea, a real pea-souper, billowing in to smother the rig and turn the men on the platform to grey ghosts.
The mist was thicker than ever, had the density of an old-fashioned 'pea-souper', a strange menacing purposeful-ness about the way it hung over the wood and the village, a deliberate obstruction to the hunters, hiding its terrible secrets.
But, indulging a passion more secret than her love for Italian painting, Molly had early gone off with Holmes and Watson in a cab through the pea-souper, or sat on the edge of her chair while Poirot summoned the guests to assemble in the library after tea.
Here was a chance to stay within close and open range, firing pot shots for The Shadow who was somewhere in the middle, yet avoid his return fire by trusting to the thickness of the fog, which in terms of the gang's courtesy member, Johnny, was as much like suet as any London pea-souper.