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Page 440
Lean over it and the smell will make your heart beat faster — it's the smell of the
ocean and of wormwood , a smell which makes you lightheaded with its reminder
of voyages that heal the heart and enrich the mind . “ Little greenish waves ...
Lean over it and the smell will make your heart beat faster — it's the smell of the
ocean and of wormwood , a smell which makes you lightheaded with its reminder
of voyages that heal the heart and enrich the mind . “ Little greenish waves ...
Page 489
The air was filled with the kerosenelike smell of printer's ink , and the smell of rye
bread . The army brought this second village smell with it . The city was filled with
soldiers pouring back from the front in spite of Kerensky's strident orders .
The air was filled with the kerosenelike smell of printer's ink , and the smell of rye
bread . The army brought this second village smell with it . The city was filled with
soldiers pouring back from the front in spite of Kerensky's strident orders .
Page 521
He always began not with a description of the house but with an elaborate
description of the smell of Turkish wooden houses . According to him , they
smelled of the warm dust of rotting wood , and of honey , especially on hot , still
days , when ...
He always began not with a description of the house but with an elaborate
description of the smell of Turkish wooden houses . According to him , they
smelled of the warm dust of rotting wood , and of honey , especially on hot , still
days , when ...
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