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soon life had returned completely to normal

And soon life had returned completely to normal. People worked hard and slept well and went about their business and behaved decently. Water gushed as it always had from the fountains and wells, sending muck floating down the streets. Once again the town clung shabbily but proudly to its slopes abo…

—p.256 Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind
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while he choked down this dreadful lust

The most precious thing that Richis possessed, however, was his daughter. She was his only child, just turned sixteen, with auburn hair and green eyes. She had a face so charming that visitors of all ages and both sexes would stand stock-still at the sight of her, unable to pull their eyes away, pr…

—p.207 by Patrick Süskind
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the self-made empire of his soul

Once a dead raven lay at the mouth of the cave. He ate it. These were the only events in the outside world of which he took notice for seven years. Otherwise he lived only within his mountain, only within the self-made empire of his soul. And he would have remained there until his death (since he l…

—p.137 by Patrick Süskind
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the snoring bag of bones that was his wife

Such had often been Baldini’s thoughts during those years – mornings, when he would descend the narrow stairway to his shop, evenings, when he would climb back up carrying the contents of the cashbox to count the heavy gold and silver coins, and at night, when he lay next to the snoring bag of bone…

—p.114 by Patrick Süskind
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he could have been plundered like a silver mine

Baldini was beside himself. He wailed and lamented in despair. He bit his fingers, raging at his fate. Once again, just before reaching his goal, his grand, very grand plans had been thwarted. At one point it had been Pélissier and his cohorts with their wealth of ingenuity. Now it was this boy wit…

—p.107 by Patrick Süskind