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They discovered themselves in a great room half-filled with sacks and the sweet smell of corn, and in and out among these sacks they led their hunters such a dizzy chase as no man ever witnessed, or could witness, for the matter of that, since human eyes could not follow it. But the end seemed positive, anyway.
Through the senses it related itself to the noises of the quiescing city, to the smell of its tormented dust, to the whiff of a casual cigar, or the odor of the herbage and foliage in the park or square that one was passing, one may not be more definite about what was perhaps nothing at all.
"From Devon and Wales most of them," said Jip "The wind is coming that way." "Well, well!" said the Doctor. "You know that's really quite remarkable quite. I must make a note of that for my new book. I wonder if you could train me to smell as well as that.... But no perhaps I'm better off the way I am. 'Enough is as good as a feast, they say. Let's go down to supper. I'm quite hungry."
He was a born adventurer and practical experimentist in life, and he explains he spent much of his time scraping acquaintance with all classes of men and womenkind. His insatiable curiosity made him thirst to taste of the bitter as well as the sweet, to be pricked by the thorn as well as smell the rose.
As he entered his hall he heard the voice of Ida uplifted in a rollicking ditty, and a very strong smell of tobacco was borne to his nostrils. He threw open the dining-room door, and stood aghast at the scene which met his eyes.
When we ventured a look through the doorway of the store, there was nothing to be seen overhead save the clear, blue sky and the sunshine. On the opposite shore of the fjord, the people looked to us like the cairns out on the moorlands, only these tiny cairns moved in single file about the hay-fields. I seemed to smell the sweet hay in the homefields, but of course this was only my imagination.
I can smell my way in, if it comes to that, through the blindest fog the Atlantic ever brewed." "Then you do things with your nostrils, too?" Phinuit enquired innocently. "I've often wondered if all the intellect was located in the eyebrows." Monk glared, growled, and hastily sought the air of the deck. Liane Delorme eyed Phinuit with amused reproach. "Really, my young friend!"
At last the idee knocked so firm aginst the door of my heart, that I had to let it in. That I must, I must go to Washington, as a forerunner of Josiah. I must go ahead of him, and look round, and see if my Josiah could pass through with no smell of fire on his overcoat if there wuz any possibility of it. If there wuz, why, I should stand still, and let things take their course.
Tobacco and camphor are also good to pack them in, but the smell continues with them a long time, and is disagreeable to some persons. They should be well shaken and aired before they are worn. To Keep Curtains.
This fact had to be clearly appreciated before Desdemona could bring herself to lay aside the mangled rabbit. Then she invited Finn's attention to the interior of the cave. Together they explored its resources till Finn felt almost nauseated by the smell of fox which filled the place. But Desdemona, with her far more delicate sense of smell, seemed quite unaffected by this.
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