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they were saying. First one leaning over the rim 

 would thrust his head down into the smoke and keep 

 it there some time, the other would follow suit, then 



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pulling themselves up they would stare at each other 

 for half a minute, then poke their heads down again. 

 " A funny smell that ! " one says. " I can't quite 

 make it out, and yet I seem to know what it is." 



