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mink. It was always a pleasure to sit on the south terrace in the 

 fading twilight, to see the sun's last rays touch grass and shrub and 

 tree, until the water changed to silver and dark gray. At this time 

 of night the air was filled with the fragrance of the roses, the sweet 



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ceraniums, the honeysuckles, und above all, the rich scent of the 



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jasmine growing close to the terrace wall. One evening in July we 

 were about to take our usual big chairs under the open sky, when 

 instead of sweet scents, a dreadful odor greeted us; the guests, at 

 first too polite to be frank, sat calmly quiet, but the hosts hunted for 

 the cause. Could our perfect drainage system have broken down ? 



