The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed
books piled up in one corner; and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint.
There is a strange unwholesome smell upon the room, like mildewed
corduroys, sweet apples wanting air, and rotten books.
This was horrible, and gave me a sickening idea of London: the more so as the Lord Chief Justice's proprietor wore (from his hat down to his boots and up again to his pocket-handkerchief inclusive) mildewed
clothes, which had evidently not belonged to him originally, and which, I took it into my head, he had bought cheap of the executioner.
The figure of the aged woman in the most gorgeous of her mildewed
velvets and brocades was seen passing from casement to casement, until she paused before the balcony, and flourished a huge key above her head.
Ah, if I had only known then that he was only a common mortal, and that his mission had nothing more overpowering about it than the collecting of seeds and uncommon yams and extraordinary cabbages and peculiar bullfrogs for that poor, useless, innocent, mildewed
old fossil the Smithsonian Institute, I would have felt so much relieved.
The yellow, mildewed
pages of the diary of a man long dead, and the records of the Colonial Office dovetail perfectly with the narrative of my convivial host, and so I give you the story as I painstakingly pieced it out from these several various agencies.