'Go now and open all the doors and windows to let in the fresh air and out the smell they are sure to have left.

Ugh! I get a whiff of it now.

Burn some of that aromatic paper; but open the hall windows first.' Charles did as he was ordered, and the wind was soon sweeping through the wide hall, while Arthur's rooms were filled with an odor like the sweet incense burned in the old cathedrals.
'I am very giddy and faint,' Arthur said, when Charles came back to him after his ventilating operation.

'I have looked at the bright snow too long, and there are a thousand rings of fire dancing before my eyes, and in every ring I see a blue hood and veil, with waves of hair like Gretchen's, when she was a child.

There is a redder tinge now on Gretchen's hair, because she is older.