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And you, Frenchmen and Frenchwomen. Come and see who is your real enemy! There he is, working at his machine without let-up! It's your work he's taking away from you!. The cursed Jew is stealing your labor and your bread!

Back to your factories, back to your work! Cooperate! Yield yourself to the New Order. Get rid of all your decadent democratic sentimentality. Point out the rebels, even if it's your wife or your son, or your brother; and stick with us.

deed there is a shade of villainy, in every crazy thought a Every action carries the seed of reaction. In every brave logic of dehumanized beasts who became converts to the spark of reason. Nazi propaganda had a mad logic in it, ta gospel of Grab, the law of bloody fangs and clawing greed.

But despite terror from without and treason from within, the elemental will of the people arose like a mushroom overnight, sprang up and took a definite shape that called itself "resistance." That, which seemed to be dead the day before, grew into a gigantic force that seemed to gather its strength from the cosmos itself.

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Left alone in Paris, Gertrude felt like a sealed well, cut off from its source of sustenance. All work was at a standstill. Most of her acquaintances and neighbors had fled the city. No letters from Morris; the children were far away; how could a person keep from almost going out of one's mind?

Especially dreary and frightening were the nights. Every echo of a distant explosion was a bullet piercing Morris' heart. In the dim glow of the shaded light she could see him stretched out-levelled by a shot. The life-blood was flowing from him like a stream, and he was struggling for air. Those