And now, in that frosty, ill-smelling
, straw- carpeted, and ragged-cushioned cab, with his breath congealing on the glasses, where else was John himself advancing to?
Outside both moon and stars shone brightly, and the night seemed peaceful and inviting after the close and ill-smelling
I had no measure of time; day and night were alike in that ill-smelling
cavern of the ship's bowels where, I lay; and the misery of my situation drew out the hours to double.
She had reached the last door upon the right now, and as she pushed it open she was seized from within by a powerful, dark-visaged man, and drawn hastily into the stuffy, ill-smelling
It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling
dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.
The approach was not such as to prepossess people--an ill-smelling
, dark passage, a staircase half- lighted by bars through which stole a glimmer from a neighboring yard; on the first floor a low door studded with enormous nails, like the principal gate of the Grand Chatelet.
As the boy entered he saw the great ape squatting upon the bed, the coverlets of which were a tangled wad of filthy blankets and ill-smelling
The night was hot, and the shop, close shut and surrounded by so foul a neighbourhood, was ill-smelling
. Monsieur Defarge's olfactory sense was by no means delicate, but the stock of wine smelt much stronger than it ever tasted, and so did the stock of rum and brandy and aniseed.
It was an ill-smelling
close place, but warm, and there was straw on the ground.