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As to the candle, and the blood, and the writing on the wall, and the ring, they may all be so many tricks to throw the police on to the wrong scent.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
It was no uncommon thing for him to be away for days and nights on end when he was hot upon a scent, so that his lateness caused me no surprise.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
In the meantime I will do a little quiet work at your own doors, and perhaps the scent is not so cold but that two old hounds like Watson and myself may get a sniff of it.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
They rolled in the dew, they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass, they kicked up clods of the black earth and snuffed its rich scent.
Animal Farm By George Orwell Context
A little old man in civilian dress, arranging his gray curls before another mirror, and diffusing an odor of scent, stumbled against them on the stairs, and stood aside, evidently admiring Kitty, whom he did not know.
Anna Karenina(V1) By Leo Tolstoy Context
The envelope was of paper as thick as bark; on the oblong yellow paper there was a huge monogram, and the letter smelt of agreeable scent.
Anna Karenina(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.
War and Peace(V1) By Leo Tolstoy Context
As I drew her down into her chair, I was conscious of a scent that I knew, and turning, saw my guardian in the room.
Great Expectations By Charles Dickens Context
Of all the horrors that rose with an ill scent upon the morning air, that was the foulest and most cruel.
Oliver Twist By Charles Dickens Context
Never at any time could he remain at home for more than a single day, for his keen scent could range over scores and scores of versts, and detect any fair which promised balls and crowds.
Dead Souls By Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol Context
She steadied herself with a laugh and drew back; but he was enveloped in the scent of her dress, and his shoulder had felt her fugitive touch.
House of Mirth By Edith Wharton Context