1 At the far end of the shed near the street a speck of pink light showed in the darkness and as he walked towards it he became aware of a faint aromatic odour.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 2 He sprang from the bed, the reeking odour pouring down his throat, clogging and revolting his entrails.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 3 The troubling odour of the long corridors of Clongowes came back to him and he heard the discreet murmur of the burning gasflames.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 4 But the trees in Stephen's Green were fragrant of rain and the rain-sodden earth gave forth its mortal odour, a faint incense rising upward through the mould from many hearts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 5 At the bottom there was a dark, tunnel-like passage, through which came a deathly, sickly odour, the odour of old earth newly turned.
6 We were prepared for some unpleasantness, for as we were opening the door a faint, malodorous air seemed to exhale through the gaps, but none of us ever expected such an odour as we encountered.
7 His parents went to eight-o'clock mass every morning in Gardiner Street and the peaceful odour of Mrs. Dillon was prevalent in the hall of the house.
8 Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne.
9 Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtain, inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne.
10 On the stairs a moist pungent odour of perfumes saluted his nose: evidently Miss Delacour had come while he was out in O'Neill's.
11 She brought them up to his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal odour, and gave them chairs at the fire.
12 The heavy odour of incense seemed to cling about its pages and to trouble the brain.
13 There was a damp odour of mildew.
14 Inside was a green paste, waxy in lustre, the odour curiously heavy and persistent.
15 As Dorian hurried up its three rickety steps, the heavy odour of opium met him.