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The dank smell of years underground came mustily to his senses.

Superhero Prose Fiction: Whisperer - 026 The Ghost Of Lin San Fu Blue Tyson 2008

The dank smell of years underground came mustily to his senses.

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Such ancient babbling still passeth for “wisdom”; because it is old, however, and smelleth mustily, THEREFORE is it the more honoured.

Thus spake Zarathustra; A book for all and none 2001

Could the small restlessness of his own eyes broadcast the fact that he was damp with the disgust that had bred mustily within him?

The Complete Stories Vol 1 Asimov, Isaac 1990

And then there was a moment's pausing upon the threshold of a yawning black door beyond which things smelled mustily sweet, with dusty shadows that crept across the matting from a shielded lamp; and later a most delicious yielding of one's self to the cool envelope of soft white sheets, and a moment's wide-eyed staring at the ceiling; and then forgetfulness.

Stubble George Looms 1906

A country cousin would call upon the important Parisian relative, and be received, not in the little bedroom, but in state in the mustily magnificent salon of the hotel -- all gold mirrors and mouldiness -- which the poor country mouse vaguely accepted as part of the glories of

The Grey Wig: Stories and Novelettes Israel Zangwill 1895

He was either young or old; cheap lodging-houses had flavoured him mustily; razors and combs had passed him by; in him drink had been bottled and sealed in the devil's bond.

The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million O. Henry 1886

Such ancient babbling still passeth for "wisdom"; because it is old, however, and smelleth mustily, therefore is it the more honoured.

Thus Spake Zarathustra 1885

In vain Sir Thomas pish'd, and tush'd, and bah'd; in vain he buried himself chin-deep amongst the century of ledgers that testified of gainful years gone by, and were now mustily rotting away in the stagnant air of St. Benet's Sherehog: interest had lost its interest for him, profits profited not, speculation's self had dull, lack-lustre eyes, and all the hard realities of utilitarian life were become weary, flat, and stale.

The Complete Prose Works of Martin Farquhar Tupper Martin Farquhar Tupper 1849

These Cloaths smell mustily, do they not, Gallants?

The False One Francis Beaumont 1600