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031 - Book 5 Chapter 6 Storm and Victory · The French Revolution Volume 1 - The Bastille

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  Speaker 1: The French Revolution are history by Thomas Carlyle, Volume one,
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  Speaker 1: Book five, The Third Estate, Chapter six, Storm and Victory.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by
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  Speaker 1: Peter Dan Book five, Chapter six, Storm and Victory. But
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  Speaker 1: to the living and the struggling, a new fourteenth morning
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  Speaker 1: dawns under all roofs of this distracted city. Is the
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  Speaker 1: notice of a drama, not untragical crowding towards solution, the
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  Speaker 1: bustlings and preparings, the tremors and menaces, the tears that
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  Speaker 1: fell from old eyes. This day, my sons, ye shall
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  Speaker 1: quit you like men, by the memory of your father's wrongs,
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  Speaker 1: by the hope of your children's rights. Tyranny impends in
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  Speaker 1: red wrath. Help for you is none if not in
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  Speaker 1: your own right hands. This day ye must do or die.
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  Speaker 1: From earlier light, a sleepless permanent committee has heard the
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  Speaker 1: old cry, now axing almost frantic muteness. Arms, arms provost flaselle.
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  Speaker 1: Or what traitors there are among you? May think of
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  Speaker 1: those charlevl boxes, a hundred and fifty thousand of us,
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  Speaker 1: and but the third man, furnished with so much as
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  Speaker 1: a pike. Arms are the one thing needful with arms.
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  Speaker 1: We are an unconquerable man, deifying national guard without arms,
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  Speaker 1: a rabble to be whiffed with grape shot. Happily, the
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  Speaker 1: word has arisen, for no secret can be kept that
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  Speaker 1: there lye muskets at the hotel das in valid. Hitherto
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  Speaker 1: will we King's procureur monsieur fi de Corny, and whatsoever
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  Speaker 1: of authority a permanent committee can land, shall go with us.
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  Speaker 1: Bessant VAL's camp is there. Perhaps he will not fire
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  Speaker 1: on us. If he kill us, we shall but die
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  Speaker 1: alas Porbessanval, with his troops melting away in that manner,
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  Speaker 1: has not the smallest humor to fire. Five o'clock this morning,
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  Speaker 1: as he lay dreaming oblivious in the Acole Militaire, a
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  Speaker 1: figure stood suddenly at his bedside, with face rather handsome eyes,
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  Speaker 1: inflamed speech, rapid and curt air audacious. Such a figure
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  Speaker 1: drew Priam's curtains. The message and monition of the figure
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  Speaker 1: was that resistance would be hopeless, that if blood flowed,
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  Speaker 1: woe to him who shed it. Thus spoke the figure
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  Speaker 1: and vanished withal. There was a kind of eloquence that
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  Speaker 1: struck one. Bessonval admits that he should have arrested him
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  Speaker 1: but did not. Who this figure with inflamed eyes, with
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  Speaker 1: speech rapid and curt might be bessonval knows, but mentions not.
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  Speaker 1: Camere de Mula Pythagorean Machi Valadi, inflamed with violent motions
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  Speaker 1: all night at the Palais Royal Fame names him young
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  Speaker 1: Monsieur Mayar, then shuts her lips about him forever. In
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  Speaker 1: any case, Behold about nine in the morning, our volunteers
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  Speaker 1: rolling in long wide flood southwester to the hotel Day's invalid,
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  Speaker 1: in search of the one thing need for King's Procureur
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  Speaker 1: Monsieur Ethie de Corney and officials are there. The cure
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  Speaker 1: of Saint Etienne Dumont marches unpacific at the head of
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  Speaker 1: his militant parish. The clerks of the Bezoche in red
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  Speaker 1: coats we see marching now. Volunteers are the Bezoche, the
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  Speaker 1: volunteers of the Palais Royal National volunteers, numerable by tens
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  Speaker 1: of thousands, of one heart and mind. The King's muskets
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  Speaker 1: are the nations. Think, old, Monsieur de Sombroi, how in
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  Speaker 1: this extremity thou wilt refuse them. Old Monsieur de SOMBROI
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  Speaker 1: would fain hold parley, send couriers, but its skills not.
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  Speaker 1: The walls are scaled, no invalid firing a shot. The
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  Speaker 1: gates must be flung open. Patriotism rushes in, tumultuous from
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  Speaker 1: groundsel up to ridge tile, through all rooms and passages,
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  Speaker 1: rummaging distractedly for arms, What cellar or what cranny can
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  Speaker 1: escape it? The arms are found all safe there, lying
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  Speaker 1: packed in straw, apparently with a view to being burnt.
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  Speaker 1: More ravenous than famishing lions over dead prey. The multitude,
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  Speaker 1: with clangor and vociferation, pounces on them, struggling, dashing, clutching
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  Speaker 1: to the jamming up to the pressure, fracture and probable
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  Speaker 1: extinction of the weaker patriot. And so, with such protracted
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  Speaker 1: crash of deafening, most discordant orchestra music, the scene is changed,
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  Speaker 1: and eight and twenty thousand sufficient firelucks are on the
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  Speaker 1: shoulders of so many National Guards, lifted thereby out of
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  Speaker 1: darkness into fiery light. Let basson val. Look at the
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  Speaker 1: glitter of these muskets as they flash by guard fronseaise,
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  Speaker 1: it is said, have cannon leveled on him, ready to
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  Speaker 1: open if need be. From the other side of the river,
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  Speaker 1: motionless sits he astonished. One may flatter oneself at the proud,
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  Speaker 1: bearing fire contenance of the Parisians. And now to the
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  Speaker 1: stie are ye intrepid Parisians. There grape shot still threatens thither.
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  Speaker 1: All men's thoughts and steps are now tending. Old Delawnay,
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  Speaker 1: as we hinted, withdrew into his interior soon after midnight
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  Speaker 1: of Sunday. He remains there ever since, hampered as all
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  Speaker 1: military gentlemen now are, in the saddest conflict of uncertainties.
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  Speaker 1: The Hotel de Villa invites him to admit national soldiers,
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  Speaker 1: which is a soft name for surrendering. On the other hand,
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  Speaker 1: his Majesty's orders were precise. His garrison is but eighty
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  Speaker 1: two old, invalid, reinforced by thirty two young Swiss. His
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  Speaker 1: walls indeed are nine feet thick. He has cannon and powder,
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  Speaker 1: but alas only one day's provision of victuals. The city
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  Speaker 1: too is French, the poor garrison mostly French, rigorous, Old
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  Speaker 1: de Laurnay, think what thou wilt do? All morning? Since
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  Speaker 1: nine there has been a cry everywhere to the bastie.
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  Speaker 1: Repeated deputations of citizens have been here, passionate for arms,
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  Speaker 1: whom Delaunay has got dismissed by soft speeches through portholes.
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  Speaker 1: Towards noon, Electaturio de la Rosier gains admittance, finds Delurnae
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  Speaker 1: indisposed for surrender, nay, disposed for blowing up the place. Rather,
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  Speaker 1: Turio mounts with him to the battlements. Heaps of paving stones,
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  Speaker 1: old iron and missiles lie piled, cannon, all duly leveled
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  Speaker 1: in every ombrasure, a cannon only drawn back a little,
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  Speaker 1: but outwards. Behold, o Turio, how the multitude flows on,
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  Speaker 1: welling through every street, Tocsin furiously peeling all drums, beating
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  Speaker 1: the general, the suburbs, Saint Antoine, rolling hitherwood wholly as
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  Speaker 1: one man, such vision spectral yet real, Thou, o Turio,
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  Speaker 1: as from thy mount of vision, beholdest in this moment
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  Speaker 1: prophetic of what other phantas majories, and our gibbering spectral realities,
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  Speaker 1: which thou yet beholdest. Not but shalt Voolevoux, said Deloonnay,
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  Speaker 1: turning pale at the sight with an air of reproach,
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  Speaker 1: almost of menace. Monsieur said, Turio rising into the moral sublime,
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  Speaker 1: What men you consider if I could not precipitate both
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  Speaker 1: of us from this height, say only a hundred feet
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  Speaker 1: exclusive of the walled ditch. Whereupon Delrnay fell silent. TiO
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  Speaker 1: shows himself from some pinnacle to comfort the multitude, becoming
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  Speaker 1: suspicious from essence, then descends, departs with protest, with warning
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  Speaker 1: addressed also to the invalid, on whom, however, it produces
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  Speaker 1: but a mixed, indistinct impression. The old heads are none
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  Speaker 1: of the clearest. Besides, it is said Delaunay has been
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  Speaker 1: profuse of beverages prodigua de buiston. They think they will
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  Speaker 1: not fire, if not fired on if they can help it,
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  Speaker 1: but must on the whole be ruled considerably by circumstances.
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  Speaker 1: Woe to thee Delaunay in such an hour, if thou
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  Speaker 1: canst not taking some one firm decision rule circumstances. Soft
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  Speaker 1: speeches will not serve hard A grape shot is questionable,
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  Speaker 1: but hovering between the two is unquestionable. Ever, wilder swells
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  Speaker 1: the tide of men their infinite hum, waxing ever louder
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  Speaker 1: into imprecations, perhaps into crackle of stray musketry, which latter
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  Speaker 1: on walls nine feet thick, and not to execution. The
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  Speaker 1: outer drawbridge has been lowered for Turio new deputation of citizens.
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  Speaker 1: It is the third and noisiest of all penetrates that
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  Speaker 1: way into the outer court soft speeches, producing no clearance
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  Speaker 1: of these, de Lrnay gives fire, pulls up his drawbridge
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  Speaker 1: a slight sputter, which has kindled the two combustible chaos,
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  Speaker 1: made it a roaring fire, chaos, burst forth insurrection at
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  Speaker 1: sight of its own blood. For there were deaths by
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  Speaker 1: that sputter of fire into endless rolling explosion of musketry, distraction, execration,
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  Speaker 1: and overhead from the fortress. Let one great gun with
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  Speaker 1: its grape shot go booming, to show what we could do.
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  Speaker 1: The bastille is besieged on. Then all Frenchmen that have
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  Speaker 1: hearts in their bodies, roar with all your throats of
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  Speaker 1: cartilage and metal, Ye sons of liberty, stir spasmodically whatsoever
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  Speaker 1: of utmost faculty is in you soul, body or spirit,
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  Speaker 1: For it is the hour smite Thou Louis Tournay, cartwright
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  Speaker 1: of the Murray, old soldier of the regiment, d'auphine smite
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  Speaker 1: at that outer drawbridge chain. Though the fiery hail whistles
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  Speaker 1: round thee never over nave or fallow, did they act
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  Speaker 1: strike such a stroke down with it, man down with it,
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  Speaker 1: to orcus let the whole accursed edifice sink thither and
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  Speaker 1: tyranny be swallowed up forever mounted, some say on the
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  Speaker 1: roof of the guard room, some on bayonets stuck into
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  Speaker 1: joints of the wall. Louis Tournay smite sprave oban bon Mayer,
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  Speaker 1: also an old soldier seconding him. The chain yields, breaks,
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  Speaker 1: the huge drawbridge slams down, thundering avec fraca, glorious and
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  Speaker 1: yet alas it is still but the outworks, the eight
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  Speaker 1: grim towers, where their invalid musketry, their paving stones and
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  Speaker 1: cannon mouths, still soar aloft, intact, ditch yawning, impassable stone,
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  Speaker 1: faced the inner drawbridge with its back towards us. The
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  Speaker 1: Bastille is still to take. To describe this siege of
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  Speaker 1: the Bastille, thought to be one of the most important
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  Speaker 1: in history, perhaps transcends the talent of mortals good one,
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  Speaker 1: But after infinite reading get to understand so much as
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  Speaker 1: the plan of the building. But there is open esplanade
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  Speaker 1: at the end of the Rue Saint Antoine. There are
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  Speaker 1: such forecourts cur arvanse, cur DeLorme, arched gateways where Louis
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  Speaker 1: Tournay now fights. Then new drawbridges, dormant bridges, ramp up bastions,
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  Speaker 1: and the grim eight towers, a labyrinth, thick mass, high frowning.
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  Speaker 1: There of all ages from twenty years to four hundred
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  Speaker 1: and twenty beleagued in its last hour, as we said,
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  Speaker 1: by mere chaos come again. Ordinance of all calibers, throats,
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  Speaker 1: of all capacities, men of all plans, every man his
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  Speaker 1: own engineer. Seldom since the War of Pigmies and cranes,
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  Speaker 1: where they're seen so anomalous a thing. Half Payellie is
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  Speaker 1: home for a suit of regimentals. No one would heed
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  Speaker 1: him in colored clothes. Half Bayulin is haranguing Guard Francaille
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  Speaker 1: in the place de Grave. Frantic patriots pick up the
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  Speaker 1: grape shots, bearing them still hot or seemingly so. To
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  Speaker 1: the Hotel de Ville Paris, you perceive is to be burnt.
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  Speaker 1: Flaselle is pale to the very lips. For the roar
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  Speaker 1: of the multitude grows deep. Paris wholly has got to
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  Speaker 1: the acme of its frenzy, whirled always by panic madness
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  Speaker 1: at every street barricade, their worlds simmering, a minor whirlpool
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  Speaker 1: strengthening the barricade, since God knows what is coming, and
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  Speaker 1: all minor whirlpool played distractedly into that grand fire maelstrom
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  Speaker 1: which is lashing round the bastille. And so it lashes
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  Speaker 1: and it roars Cola, the wine merchant has become an
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  Speaker 1: impromptu cannoneer Si George of the marine servers, fresh from
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  Speaker 1: breast ply the King of Siam's cannon singular. If we
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  Speaker 1: were not used to the like George lay last night,
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  Speaker 1: taking his ease, it is in the King of Siam's cannon,
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  Speaker 1: also lay knowing nothing of him for a hundred years.
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  Speaker 1: Yet now at the right instant they have got together
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  Speaker 1: and discourse eloquent music for hearing what was towards George
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  Speaker 1: sprang from the breast deligence and ran guard Francaise will
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  Speaker 1: also be here with real artillery. Were not the walls
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  Speaker 1: so thick upwards from the esplanade horizontally from all neighboring
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  Speaker 1: roofs and windows, flashes one irregular deluge of musketry without effect.
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  Speaker 1: The invalid lie flat, firing comparatively at their ease from
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  Speaker 1: behind stone hardly through portholes. Show that tip of a
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  Speaker 1: nose we fall shot, and make no impression that conflagration
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  Speaker 1: rage of whatsoever is combustible. Guard Rooms are burnt invalid
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  Speaker 1: mess rooms. A distracted peruke maker with two fiery torches
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  Speaker 1: is for burning the salpetra of the arsenal. Had not
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  Speaker 1: a woman run screaming, had not a patriot with some
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  Speaker 1: tincture of natural philosophy instantly struck the wind out of
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  Speaker 1: him butt of musket, on pit of stomach, overturned barrels,
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  Speaker 1: and stayed the devouring element. A young beautiful lady seized
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  Speaker 1: escaping in these outer courts, and thought falsely to be
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  Speaker 1: Delaunay's daughter, shall be burnt in Delawnay's sight. She lies
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  Speaker 1: swooned on a payass. But again a patriot at is
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  Speaker 1: brave oban bon amire. The old soldier dashes in and
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  Speaker 1: rescues her. Straw is burnt. Three cartloads of it hauled
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  Speaker 1: thither go up in white smoke, almost to the choking
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  Speaker 1: of patriotism itself, so that ali had with singed brows
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  Speaker 1: to drag back one cart and rayol the gigantic hair
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  Speaker 1: aabadasher another smoke as of tough at confusion, as of
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  Speaker 1: babel noise, as of the crack of doom. Blood flows
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  Speaker 1: the element of new madness. The wounded are carried into
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  Speaker 1: houses of the rue ceres. Say the dying leave their
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  Speaker 1: last mandate not to yield till the accursed strong hold fall.
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  Speaker 1: And yet alas how fall the walls are so thick. Deputations,
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  Speaker 1: three in number arrive from the hotel de vi Abbe Fouchet,
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  Speaker 1: who was of one, can say, with what almost superhuman
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  Speaker 1: courage of benevolence? These wave their town flag in the
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  Speaker 1: arched gateway and stand rolling their drum, But to no purpose.
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  Speaker 1: In such crack of doom. DELRNAE cannot hear them, dare
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  Speaker 1: not believe them. They return with justified rage, the whue
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  Speaker 1: of lead still singing in their ears. What to do?
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  Speaker 1: The firemen are here, squirting with their fire pumps on
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  Speaker 1: the invalid cannon to wet the touch holes. They unfortunate
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  Speaker 1: he cannot squirt so high, but produce only clouds of spray.
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  Speaker 1: Individuals of classical knowledge proposed catapults. Santerre, the sonorous brewer
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  Speaker 1: of the suburb Saint Antoine, advises rather that the place
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  Speaker 1: be fired by a mixture of phosphorus and oil of
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  Speaker 1: turpentine spouted up through forcing pumps. Oh Spinola, Santerre, hast
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  Speaker 1: thou the mixture ready, every man his own engineer, And
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  Speaker 1: still the fired deluge abates. Not even women are firing.
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  Speaker 1: And turks, at least one woman with his sweetheart and
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  Speaker 1: one turk guard Franseaille have come real cannon, real cannoneers.
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  Speaker 1: A Chamallard is busy, half pay a lee, half paid
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  Speaker 1: Julian rage in the midst of thousands. How the great
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  Speaker 1: Bastiller clock ticks inaudible in its inner court, there at
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  Speaker 1: its ease, hour after hour, as if nothing special for
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  Speaker 1: it to the world were passing. It told one when
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  Speaker 1: the firing began, and is now pointing towards five. And
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  Speaker 1: still the firing slakes not far down in their vaults.
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  Speaker 1: The seven prisoners here muffled din as of earthquakes. Their
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  Speaker 1: turnkeys answer vaguely, wota thee de Laurnay with a poor
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  Speaker 1: hundred invalid Broyier is distant with his ears heavy bassanvile hears,
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  Speaker 1: but can send no help. One poor troop of Hussars
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  Speaker 1: has crept reconnoitering cautiously along the quay as far as
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  Speaker 1: the pont Neuf. We are come to join you, said
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  Speaker 1: the captain, for the crowd seems sureless. A large headed
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  Speaker 1: dwarfish individual of smoke bleared aspect, shambles forward, opening his
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  Speaker 1: blue lips, for there is sense in him, and croaks.
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  Speaker 1: Alight then, and give us your arms. The Hussar captain
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  Speaker 1: is too happy to be escorted to the barriers and
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  Speaker 1: dismissed on parole. Who the squat individual was man answer,
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  Speaker 1: It is Monsieur Maras, author of the excellent pacific auvi
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  Speaker 1: du purple. Great truly, o thou remarkable dog leach. Is
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  Speaker 1: this thy day of emergence a new birth? And yet
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  Speaker 1: this same day come four years? But let the curtains
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  Speaker 1: of the future hang. What shall Delrnay do? One thing?
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  Speaker 1: Only Delaurnay could have done what he said he would do.
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  Speaker 1: Fancy him sitting from the first with lighted taper within
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  Speaker 1: arm's length of the powder magazine, motionless, like old Roman
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  Speaker 1: senator or bronze lamp holder, coldly uprising Turio and all
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  Speaker 1: man by a slight motion of his eyes. What his
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  Speaker 1: resolution was harmless? He sat there while unharmed. But the
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  Speaker 1: King's fortress meanwhile, could, might, would, or should in no
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  Speaker 1: wise be surrendered save to the King's messenger. One old
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  Speaker 1: man's life worthless, so it be lost with honor. But think, ye,
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  Speaker 1: brawling Canay, how will it be when a whole bastille
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  Speaker 1: a springs skyward in such statuesque taper holding attitude. One
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  Speaker 1: fancies Delaunay might have left Turio, the red clerks of
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  Speaker 1: the bazosh Kureev, Saint Stephen, and all the tap rag
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  Speaker 1: and bobtail of the world to work their will, and
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  Speaker 1: yet withal he could not do it. Hast Thou considered
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  Speaker 1: how each man's heart is so tremulously responsive to the
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  Speaker 1: hearts of all men. Hast Thou noted how omnipotent is
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  Speaker 1: the very sound of many men, how their shriek of
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  Speaker 1: indignation pulses the strong soul, the howl of contumely withers
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  Speaker 1: with unfelt pangs. The Rita look confessed that the ground
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  Speaker 1: tone of the noblest passage in one of his noblest
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  Speaker 1: operas was the voice of the populace he had heard
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  Speaker 1: at Vienna crying to their kies are bread bread. Great
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  Speaker 1: is the combined voice of men, the utterance of their instincts,
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  Speaker 1: which are truer than their thoughts. It is the greatest
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  Speaker 1: a man encounters among the sounds and shadows which make
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  Speaker 1: up this world of time. He who can resist that
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  Speaker 1: has his footing somewhere beyond time. Delaunay could not do it. Distracted,
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  Speaker 1: he hovers between the two hopes, in the middle of despair,
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  Speaker 1: surrenders not his fortress, declares that he will blow it up,
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  Speaker 1: sees his torches to blow it up, and does not
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  Speaker 1: blow it. Unhappy old de Lorna. It is the death
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  Speaker 1: agony of thy Bastia and thee jail, jailering and jailer.
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  Speaker 1: All three, such as they may have been, must finish.
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  Speaker 1: For four hours. Now has the world bedlam roared. Call
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  Speaker 1: it the world shimer blowing fire. The poor invalid have
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  Speaker 1: sunk under their battlements, arise only with reversed muskets. They
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  Speaker 1: have made a white flag of napkins. Go beating the chamade,
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  Speaker 1: or seeming to beat, for one can hear nothing. The
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  Speaker 1: very Swiss at the Portcullis look weary. Of firing. Disheartened
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  Speaker 1: in the fire deluge, A porthole at the drawbridge is opened,
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  Speaker 1: as by one that would speak see whose sier Mayard,
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  Speaker 1: the shifty man on his plank, swinging over the abyss
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  Speaker 1: of that stone ditch plank, resting on parapet balanced by
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  Speaker 1: weight of patriots, He hovers perilous such a dove towards
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  Speaker 1: such an ark. Deftly thou shifty usher. One man already
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  Speaker 1: fell and lies smash'd far down there against the masonry. Usher.
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  Speaker 1: Mayard falls not deftly unerring. He walks with outspread palm.
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  Speaker 1: The Swiss holds a paper through his port hole. The
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  Speaker 1: shifty usher snatches it and returns terms of surrender, pardon
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  Speaker 1: immunity to all. Are they accepted? Fadoficier on the word
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  Speaker 1: of an officer, answers half bayhulen or half pay a leave.
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  Speaker 1: For men do not agree on it. They are sinks.
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  Speaker 1: The drawbridge usher maya bolting it. When down rushes in
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  Speaker 1: the living deluge, the bastilla is fallen. Victoire la bastille
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  Speaker 1: e priez end of Book five, Chapter six,