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clatteringly upon  the ear drums as salvo after salvo echoed along the waterway. Everywhere was crowd crowd crowd.
But the crowdiest crowd of all came that evening. The Place de la Concorde and the boulevardes were positively one moveless [[strikethrough]] [[mass?]] ^[[sea]] of human beings packed together tighter than the layers of a cotton bale. The grand illumination and the fireworks gave the holiday-loving French their excuse to gather together this time. So at 9P.M. it was impossible to go anywhere along the broad ways [[?]]