51.   The air was thick with paranoia as the conversation turned to the perfidious question of appearance money.

52.   The air was thick with the smells of fat imported cigars and the kind of champagne better worn than swallowed.

53.   The air was very still and drops of dew were poised in perfect globes on blades of grass and leaves.

54.   The air was warm with the scent of hot fish stock, bouquet garni.

55.   The boundaries make sense, but there is an air of indecent haste about the timetables.

56.   The evening air was cool.

57.   The light had a cold bluish tinge and the air was cooler too.

58.   The night air was fresh, washed by the storm into a cool clarity.

59.   The square of light was dim and small now, the air was warm and damp and smelled of creosote.