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"I hope the smell doesn't annoy you, Clarke; there's nothing unwholesome about it. It may make you a bit sleepy, that's all." I HOPE THE SMELL DOESN'T ANNOY YOU CLARK THERE'S NOTHING UNWHOLESOME ABOUT IT IT MAY MAKE YOU A BIT SLEEPY THAT'S ALL
on he became conscious of an odd odour, at first the merest suggestion of odour, in the room, and as it grew more decided he felt surprised that he was not reminded of the chemist’s shop or the surgery. Clarke found himself idly endeavouring to analyse the sensation, and half conscious, he began to think of a day, fifteen years ago, that he had spent roaming through the woods and meadows near his own home. It was a burning day at the beginning of August, the heat had dimmed the outlines of all things and all distances with a faint mist, and people who observed the thermometer spoke of an abnormal register, of a temperature that was almost tropical. Strangely that wonderful hot day of the fifties rose up again in Clarke’s imagination; the sense of dazzling all-pervading sunlight seemed to blot out the shadows and the lights of the laboratory, and he felt again the heated air beating in gusts about his face, saw the shimmer rising from the turf, and heard the myriad murmur of the summer. G WITH ONE ANOTHER SOON HE BECAME CONSCIOUS OF AN ODD ODOUR AT FIRST THE MEREST SUGGESTION OF AN ODOUR IN THE ROOM AND AS IT GREW MORE DECIDED HE FELT SURPRISED THAT HE WAS NOT REMINDED OF THE CHEMIST SHOP OR THE SURGERY CLARK FOUND HIMSELF IDLY ENDEAVOURING TO ANALYZE THE SENSATION AND HALF CONSCIOUS HE BEGAN TO THINK OF A DAY FIFTEEN YEARS AGO THAT HE HAD SPENT ROAMING THROUGH THE WOODS AND MEADOWS NEAR HIS OWN HOME WAS A BURNING DAY AT THE BEGINNING OF AUGUST THE HEAT HAD DIMMED THE OUTLINES OF ALL THINGS AND ALL DISTANCES WITH A FAINT MIST AND PEOPLE WHO OBSERVED THE THERMOMETER SPOKE OF AN ABNORMAL REGISTER OF A TEMPERATURE THAT WAS ALMOST TROPICAL STRANGELY THAT WONDERFUL HOT DAY OF THE FIFTIES ROSE UP AGAIN IN CLARKE'S IMAGINATION THE SENSE OF DAZZLING ALL PERVADING SUNLIGHT SEEMED TO BLOT OUT THE SHADOWS AND THE LIGHTS OF THE LABORATORY AND HE FELT AGAIN THE HEATED AIR BEATING IN GUSTS ABOUT HIS FACE SAW THE SHIMMER RISING FROM THE TURF AND HEARD THE MYRIAD MURMUR OF THE SUMMER
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