As he walked restlessly down the path, a veil seemed drawn across the brilliant sky, the dahlias and 'red-hot pokers' and gladioli in the beds burnt with a sinister glow, the smell of the sweet peas and mignonette seemed oppressive, the bees droning about the lavender patches had a note of warning in their buzz, he felt chilly in the shade and sick in the sun.
F. Anstey. The Talking Horse And Other Tales (1892)
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The song of a bird in the Park of Montboissier, or a breeze laden with the scent of mignonette, are obviously matters of less importance than the great events of the Revolution and of the Empire;
Marcel Proust. In Search of Lost Time [volume 7] Time Regained
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I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked mignonette.