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t the beginning of the rue Droitea main artery that traversed the whole length of the city
from west to east. It was nothing extraordinary to look atperhaps the front was a little wider and
ampler than its neighbors’but certainly not imposing. At the gateway stood a wagon from which
kegs were being unloaded down a ramp. A second vehicle stood waiting. A man with some papers
went into the officecame back out with another manboth of them disappeared through the
gateway. Grenouille stood on the opposite side of the street and watched the comings and goings.
He was not interested in what was happening. And yet he stood there. Something else was holding
him fast.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the odors that came floating to him from the building
across the way. There were the odors of the kegsvinegar and winethen the hundredfold heavy
odors of the warehousethen the odors of wealth that the walls exuded like a fine golden sweat
and finally the odors of a garden that had to lie on the far side of the building. It was not easy to
catch the delicate scents of the gardenfor they came only in thin ribbons from over the house’s
gables and down into the street. Grenouille discerned magnoli [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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