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But
there
is
something
else
about
that
paper
--
the
smell
!
I
noticed
it
the
moment
we
came
into
the
room
,
but
with
so
much
air
and
sun
it
was
not
bad
.
Now
we
have
had
a
week
of
fog
and
rain
,
and
whether
the
windows
are
open
or
not
,
the
smell
is
here
.
It
creeps
all
over
the
house
.
I
find
it
hovering
in
the
dining-room
,
skulking
in
the
parlor
,
hiding
in
the
hall
,
lying
in
wait
for
me
on
the
stairs
.
It
gets
into
my
hair
.
Even
when
I
go
to
ride
,
if
I
turn
my
head
suddenly
and
surprise
it
--
there
is
that
smell
!
Such
a
peculiar
odor
,
too
!
I
have
spent
hours
in
trying
to
analyze
it
,
to
find
what
it
smelled
like
.
It
is
not
bad
--
at
first
,
and
very
gentle
,
but
quite
the
subtlest
,
most
enduring
odor
I
ever
met
.
In
this
damp
weather
it
is
awful
,
I
wake
up
in
the
night
and
find
it
hanging
over
me
.
It
used
to
disturb
me
at
first
.
I
thought
seriously
of
burning
the
house
--
to
reach
the
smell
.
But
now
I
am
used
to
it
.
The
only
thing
I
can
think
of
that
it
is
like
is
the
COLOR
of
the
paper
!
A
yellow
smell
.
