Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XVI|          that neither touch, nor smell, nor anything else about
 2   I,     XVIII|        by the colour, taste, and smell, that it was not blood but
 3   I,        XX|        as Don Quixote's sense of smell was as acute as his hearing,
 4   I,     XLIII|       seeking admittance went to smell Rocinante, who melancholy,
 5   I,      XLVI|        beard on face, or nose to smell with, be not dismayed or
 6   I,     XLVII|         by all accounts they all smell of brimstone and other bad
 7   I,     XLVII|          they themselves have no smell, because they are spirits;
 8   I,     XLVII|    spirits; or, if they have any smell, they cannot smell of anything
 9   I,     XLVII|      have any smell, they cannot smell of anything sweet, but of
10   I,     XLVII|         torments, and as a sweet smell is a thing that gives pleasure
11   I,     XLVII|         impossible that they can smell sweet; if, then, this devil
12   I,     XLVII|     speakest of seems to thee to smell of amber, either thou art
13  II,         X|        without meddling with her smell; for by that we might somehow
14  II,      XIII|          you have only to let me smell one and I can tell positively
15  II,       XVI| cataracts in her eyes and a foul smell in her mouth; and when the
16  II,        XX|        that arcade a steam and a smell a great deal more like fried
17  II,      XXIV|        better for the soldier to smell of gunpowder than of civet,
18  II,     XLIII|        thy boorish origin by the smell; walk slowly and speak deliberately,
19  II,      XLIX|         they are the better they smell); and he can put whatever
20  II,      LXIX|       Sancho; "by God your hands smell of vinegar-wash."~ ~In fine,