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misery. Bonaparte, it seems, took the trouble to hate a mere peasant;
the vine-dresser was torn from his vine, the laborer from his furrow,
the mason from his scaffold, the weaver from his loom. Men accepted this
mission of causing the immense public calamity to fall, morsel by
morsel, upon the humblest walks of life. Detestable task! To crumble a
catastrophe upon the little and on the weak.
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