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uffering and our deliverance, but they are enamoured of it. And now our hymn of deliverance will become a song of oppression for other men...."
Clerambault could not answer, he had a real love for this young man, one of those who sacrificed themselves for the war, knowing well that they had nothing to gain; and the greater their sacrifices, the stronger their faith. Blessings on them! But if only they would consent not to immolate all mankind on the same altar....