He so washes, and rubs, and scrubs, and smells, and washes, that he has not long restored himself with a glass of brandy and stood silently before the fire when Saint Paul's bell strikes twelve and all those other bells strike twelve from their towers of various heights in the dark air, and in their many tones. 
He washes and rubs and scrubs, and has just restored himself with a glass of brandy when Saint Paul's bell strikes twelve and all those other bells strike twelve from their towers. 