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It was seven o'clock in the morning when Herr von Niebeldingk opened the iron gate and stepped into the front garden whose wall of blossoming bushes separated the house from the street.
The sun of a May morning tinted the greyish walls with gold, and caused the open window-panes to flash with flame.