A small unglazed window with iron bars high up on one wall gave us such light and air as was going, but the place reeked with human breathing, and smelled as rank as a kennel.

The village road was a smother of white dust; the weeds beside it drooped powdered heads; evil odours reeked through the little place; but when Shade and Johnnie had passed its confines, the air from the mountains greeted them sweetly; the dusty white road gave place to springy leaf-mould, mixed with tiny, sharp stones.

He was bathed all over in sweat, that reeked out a smoke which covered his head like a mist.

If he had never suggested their taking a turn there this was because, quite divinably, he held it would commit him further than he had yet gone; and if she on her side had practised a like reserve it was because the place reeked for her, as she inwardly said, with old associations.

It reeked with nothing so much perhaps as with the memories evoked by the young man who now awaited her in the nook she had been so competent to indicate; but in what corner of the town, should she look for them, wouldn't those footsteps creak back into muffled life, and to what expedient would she be reduced should she attempt to avoid all such tracks?

Just a make-believe sweep with a broom was given there every day: one could divine long-amassed, tenacious dirt in every dim corner; and the place reeked with an odor of bad cookery mingled with that of sour milk.

They seemed to have inherited all the vice, the bad language, the ugly sordidness with which the place reeked.

An oil lamp flickered before a joss near by, and the place reeked with the odor of starch, sweat, tobacco, rice whisky and the incense that rose ceilingward in thin, shaking columns from two bowls of Tibetan soapstone.

London reeked with spies, and though we locked up the worst of them when war broke out, lots still remain.

Although the narrow alleys reeked with poisonous smells and filth and abomination of all kinds, Beïla is not unhealthyso at least the Wazir informed me.

The ports were all fast, but leaked, and what little air came in descended through the scuttle, so the place still reeked with acrid powder-smoke that bit the throat and eyes.

The front page reeked of smoke and fire.

My breath reeked into the frosty air, and Rataplan sent up two feathers of steam from his nostrils, while the icicles drooped from the side-irons of his bit.

" He kissed her, and his lips were moist, and he reeked of tobacco, and though Rose shrugged impatiently away from him he knew that he had won.

The words in the part were strikingly appropriate, and he did not hesitate to insert a phrase or two of his own when he came to speak of the man "Who with a constant mind upheld the state, Stood on the people's side in perilous times, Ne'er reeked of his own life, nor spared himself".

The narrow street of the place reeked with filth and foul odours, and swarmed with a pestilence of flies.

Slung o'er his shoulder was a ruddy hide Torn from a he-goat, shaggy, tangle-haired, That reeked of rennet yet: a broad belt clasped A patched cloak round his breast, and for a staff

He was aware of his neatly creased trousers, his bowler hat, his gloves, and the leather bag which reeked of sophistication.

Had he achieved the conquest of half Europe he could not have been greeted with more enthusiasm than awaited him on this occasion, when his hand still reeked with the blood of hundreds of his own subjects, and the shrieks of injured women and slaughtered children were still appealing to Heaven for vengeance.

His working dress was again careless; he reeked with oil, and his handshard, knotty handsseemed to be permanently grimed.

It was the madness of war which had touched his brain, and although Jaurès had called upon the Socialists of France to march as one man in defence of "La Patrie," this young neurasthenic made him the first victim of that enormous sacrifice of blood which has since reeked up to God.

The horse reeked with sweat.

While the air of the hut reeked with the acrid smoke, the echo of the volley sounded through the silent forest-world miles away.

"How sweet they are, look at their soft eyes," cried an old lady whose deity was a pug, and whose back garden reeked of the tropics.

The landlady threw open a door and ushered me into a small room which reeked of stale food and damp clothes.