Chap.

 1        1|    a hen, shed round her an odor of life, a sovereign feminine
 2        1| sleep, while a musty, dusty odor began to pervade it. In
 3        5|  big white beard, the gluey odor of which doubtless disgusted
 4        5|     and shutting allowed an odor of womankind to escape—a
 5        5|     there was an unpleasant odor. What a lot of men it must
 6        5|   old it was laden with the odor of women, wafted amid floods
 7        7|     brute force, whose very odor ruined the world. Muffat
 8        8|  city exhaled an unpleasant odor suggestive of a great untidy
 9        9|   inch deep. An unendurable odor of old iron, rags and damp
10       10| attire with that well–known odor of violets and that species
11       12|   slumber amid a warm, damp odor of love, while the furniture,
12       12|     dim room, where a vague odor of ether still lingered,