1 The hospitals stank of gangrene, the odor assaulting her nostrils long before the doors were reached, a sickish sweet smell that clung to her hands and hair and haunted her in her dreams.
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2 The negro was beside her, so close that she could smell the rank odor of him as he tried to drag her over the buggy side.
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3 There was a half-empty bottle of whisky on the table by the bed and the room reeked with the odor.
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4 An odor of onions and the smoke of hot lard.
5 It may well be conceived, what an unsavory odor such a mass must exhale; worse than an Assyrian city in the plague, when the living are incompetent to bury the departed.
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6 It has an unspeakable, wild, Hindoo odor about it, such as may lurk in the vicinity of funereal pyres.
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7 The sun was low in the west, and the breeze soft and languorous that came up from the south, charged with the seductive odor of the sea.
8 She inhaled the odor of the blossoms and thrust them into the bosom of her white morning gown.
9 Outside the soft, monotonous splash of a fountain could be heard; the sound penetrated into the room with the heavy odor of jessamine that came through the open windows.
10 There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
11 And along with the thickening smoke they began to notice another circumstance, a strange, pungent odor.
12 They were not sure that it was unpleasant, this odor; some might have called it sickening, but their taste in odors was not developed, and they were only sure that it was curious.
13 It was an elemental odor, raw and crude; it was rich, almost rancid, sensual, and strong.
14 The place had an odor for which there are no polite words; and it was sprinkled over with children, who raked in it from dawn till dark.
15 The lard was finished on the floor above, and it came in little jets, like beautiful, wriggling, snow-white snakes of unpleasant odor.