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in the morning.
So I've seen the huns vandalism nearer to than I'd though to get on the ground, and although I'm fed up on broken houses and piles of brick and stone I've now seen it again in such a powerful tone that I rise [[?]] to curse the Hun for what he did to the cathedra, Saint Jacques, and the ville in general. They should pay dearly.
The people are flocking to see the ruins, and business is beginning to spring up in all sorts of out of the way corners. The sidewalk cafes are doing reasonable in spite of now awnings other than tattered iron filigries and with [[restrictions?]] to one or two hastily constructed shelters in the [[text cut off at bottom of page]]