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Chapter 38

Tiny sparks create enormous, all-engulfing fires. Tiny, insignificant sparks, caused by dreams, intense friction, by conflicts, concentrated will power or emotions.

A single spark of the idealist ignites the masses. Revenge, born of self-respect, engulfs their hearts. With the thrill of overflowing energy, like an atomic outburst, the masses are caught in the upsurge.

Anna had become a part of the tremendous sea whose tidal waters roared through France and drowned the invaders in its flood. A truck, loaded with ammunition, sped through the streets aflame with the rage of battle. Garbed in army pants and shirt, Anna shouted through the truck's loudspeaker. "To arms, citizens!" she called. As the crowd milled about her, she handed out rifles and handgrenades. "Get a move on! Fight!" she cried, goading the volunteers to action. All her agony had been turned into a fierce hatred of the enemy-the enemy that had destroyed Gertrude and millions of others. She was blind fury incarnate hurling itself on the Nazi Beast.

"Liberation!" The shrill voice of a boy rang through the air, "Liberation! Liberation!" As he ran he shouted and distributed printed proclamations which he carried under his arm. A bullet caught him in the middle of his ecstatic out- cry-and soon he lay in a pool of blood. The circulars fell from his hand and scattered over the stones of the Boulevard

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