The foul smelling grease turned her stomach.
It is delightful here, smelling of sun-drenched pine and a hint of campfires.
I followed about twenty lost souls up a rickety flight of stairs to a brightly lighted room, smelling of flowers and candles.
A bucket, quickly smelling of excrement, occupied another corner.
His gut twisted at the idea of never again seeing her bright smile, holding her, smelling her sweet scent.
She nuzzled him there, smelling the blood so close to the surface.
Cynthia stood there, towel-wrapped and smelling like heaven.
The pungent smelling salts snapped her out of the in-between place.
The second woman with the flushed face returned with a plate heaped with half a cooked chicken smelling of garlic and spices, rice, and fried plantains.
He changed forms in midair and dropped the half dozen feet to the ground, smelling Toby.s blood as he landed near it.
You came out smelling like a prom queen on her first date.
The kids get snacks twice a day, Melissa explained, leading them into the building smelling of bread.
Darian followed his gaze, not smelling or seeing blood.
His arms circled the pillow smelling most like her, and he melted into the bed, swiftly falling into slumber.
I spent three years smelling that stuff against my will.
Boron hydride has probably never been isolated in the pure condition; on heating boron trioxide with magnesium filings, a magnesium boride Mg 3 B 2 is obtained, and if this be decomposed with dilute hydrochloric acid a very evil-smelling gas, consisting of a mixture of hydrogen and boron hydride, is obtained.
In building this quay a considerable area of foreshore was reclaimed and an evil-smelling beach done away with.
It is a pungent-smelling liquid, which fumes strongly on exposure to air.
"Give me that nice-smelling fruit I saw on the table," she begged, when she had cleaned the plate.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.