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CHAPTER IX.
OUR LAST MEETING
On the 3d of December everything was coming in in our favor. On the 5th
everything was receding from us. It was like a mighty sea which was going
out. The tide had come in gloriously, it went out disastrously. Gloomy
ebb and flow of the people.
And who was the power who said to this ocean, "Thou shalt go no farther?"
Alas! a pigmy.
These hiding-places of the abyss are fathomless.
The abyss is afraid. Of what?
Of something deeper than itself. Of the Crime.
The people drew back. They drew back on the 5th; on the 6th they
disappeared.
On the horizon there could be seen nothing but the beginning of a species
of vast night.
This night has been the Empire.
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