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German brethren, posted upon the walls of Paris, exhorting the Pandours to fraternise with their fellow-creatures? Was not Victor Hugo going to publish
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? Had not Jules Favre graciously offered peace, with the assurance that
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France would not cede a stone of her fortresses--an inch of her territory? She would pardon the invaders and not march upon Berlin! To all these, and many more such incontestable proofs, that the idea of a siege was moonshine, did Enguerrand and Victor listen as they joined group after group of their fellow-countrymen: nor did Paris cease to harbour such pleasing illusions, amusing itself with piously laying crowns at the foot of the statue of Strasbourg, swearing
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till on the 19th of September the last telegram was received, and Paris was cut of from the rest of the world by the iron line of the Prussian invaders.
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Tranquil and terrible, says Victor Hugo,