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A blurring rain fell upon Paris that day. A rain so fine and cold that it penetrated the soles of men's shoes and their hearts alike a dispiriting drizzle through which the pale acrid smoke of innumerable wood fires faltered upward from the clustering chimney-pots only to be rent into fragments and beaten down upon the glistening tiles of the mansard roofs.
