Still it was not a disagreeable, but rather a suggestive and poetical odor, which should affect one like a reminiscent dream.

However, the village people sniffed at it, and said "How musty that old house is!" That was what Daniel Tuxbury said now.

"The house is musty," he remarked, with stately nose in the air.
Mrs.Field made no response.

She stepped inside at once.

"I'm much obliged to you," said she.
The lawyer looked at her, then past her into the dark depths of the house.