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My most cherished volume was an old family medical book with charred covers, smelling of smoke and water, that I had dug out of the ruins of a neighbouring fire. In the book was a picture of a nude woman, entitled The Female Form Divine. I tore this from the body of the book and kept it under my pillow.
Perplexed, Lanyard took the picture in his hands it was not too unwieldy, even in its frame and examined it with nose so close to the painted surface that he seemed to be smelling it. Then he turned it over and scowled at its reverse. And shook a baffled head.
He moved away, but instead of passing out of the front door he disappeared into the dining-room at the back. Wild Bill's hut presented an unusually animated appearance. The customary oil-lamp was receiving the support of two vilely smelling yellow candles. The additional light thus obtained was hardly in proportion to the offensiveness of the added aroma.
She intended to keep her word, but while she was smelling the spices, it struck her that it would be a good joke to season the pies from the other box. "Like an April fool," she thought; so she took a spoon and measured in a liberal supply of mustard and red pepper; then she went out into the yard. It was fortunate that the minister and his new wife were not coming until the next day.
Márton seemed to be well acquainted with the peculiarities of the entrance to Móczli's den: first he pressed down on the door knob and raised the whole door bracing against it with his shoulder, then turning the knob and giving the door a severe kick it flew open and in the next moment we found ourselves in a dingy, narrow hole of a room smelling horribly of axle-grease, tallow and tobacco-smoke.
Her light blue dress trimmed with white lace floated about the table like an air-balloon and filled almost half the room. She smelt of scent. But she was obviously embarrassed at filling half the room and smelling so strongly of scent; and though her smile was impudent as well as cringing, it betrayed evident uneasiness. The lady in mourning had done at last, and got up.
I am one of you, brethren! Nothing of the sort; thou art not one of us! What an invention! Just look at my hands. Dost thou see how dirty they are? And they stink of dung, and tar, while thy hands are white. And of what do they smell? THE LAZY MAN offering his hands Smell. THE TOILER smelling the hands What's this? They seem to give off an odour of iron. Iron it is.
"Stephen Spike is a capital willian!" exclaimed Jack, smelling at a ladle filled with his soup "a capital willian, I call him. To think, at his time of life, of such a handsome and pleasant young thing as this Rose Budd; and then to try to get her by underhand means, and by making a fool of her silly old aunt. It 's wonderful what fools some old aunts be! Quite wonderful!
Tell us quickly," pleaded Joy who never did like to play the game of guessing. "Do you give up?" "No, no, not yet!" pleaded Bet. "One more try." "All right, but only one more, remember," laughed the Colonel. "I'll guess that it's one of those crystal flasks for smelling salts." "What were smelling salts for?" asked Kit.
The lusty-lunged Arabs squatting at the gates among soldiers in white selhams and peaked shasheeahs the women in blankets standing in the outer court, the dark passages smelling of damp, the gusts of heavy odour coming from the inner chambers, and the great patio with the fountain and fig-trees the same voluptuous air was over everything.
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