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The low ceiling was fused where the day poured through, became a candent vapour, volatilised.

My candent bolts can in a moment reach And split their flying bark in the mid-sea.

The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy lurid row Of smiths that stand, an ardent band, like men before the foe!

The canoe going downstream appeared to dissolve in candent vapour.

The days were candent and vaporous, the heat by breakfast-time being such as we know at home in an early afternoon of the dog-days.