1 His breath in her face was strong with Bourbon whisky mingled with a faint fragrance of mint.
2 In spite of her choked-back tears, Scarlett thrilled to the never- failing magic of her mother's touch, to the faint fragrance of lemon verbena sachet that came from her rustling silk dress.
3 There entered with her the faint fragrance of lemon verbena sachet, which seemed always to creep from the folds of her dresses, a fragrance that was always linked in Scarlett's mind with her mother.
4 There was a faint wild fragrance of sweet shrub on the breeze and the world smelled good enough to eat.
5 Scarlett knew that the fragrance carried on the faint breeze came from the grove of great oaks in the rear of the big house.
6 The lamp in the parlor window threw odd golden shadows onto the dark vine-shrouded porch, and the matted tangle of yellow climbing roses and honeysuckle made a wall of mingled fragrance about her.
7 Surely, when she entered that room, Mother would again be sitting there before the secretary and would look up, quill poised, and rise with sweet fragrance and rustling hoops to meet her tired daughter.
8 A faint dab of rouge on her cheeks and a fainter fragrance of cologne made her a charming picture, as long as she did not alight from the buggy and show her figure.
9 There was John Wilkes, too; and Gerald, red with brandy; and a whisper and a fragrance that was Ellen.
10 The fragrance of the late blossoms seemed an emanation of the tranquil scene, a landscape tutored to the last degree of rural elegance.
11 As Lily turned, and settled to completer rest, a strand of her hair swept Gerty's cheek with its fragrance.
12 The dust became golden in the low sun; the street was filled with the fragrance of burning leaves.
13 When he had inhaled enough of the fragrance of the soothing weed, he passed the instrument into the hands of the scout.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 19 14 Heaven was still and faintly luminous and the air sweet to breathe, as in a thicket drenched with showers; and amid peace and shimmering lights and quiet fragrance he made a covenant with his heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 15 The candles on the high altar had been extinguished but the fragrance of incense still floated down the dim nave.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3