Long before sunrise, the people of Paris started their pilgrimage. By daybreak, they had become a solid grey mass covering the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, solemnly waiting to pay homage to the American emissary. When finally they spied his carriage, behind its glittering escort of mounted, helmeted guardsmen, a shout of joy vaulted from their silence. Men who heard it said later that the cheer did not sound human, that the (lead must been been crying in it too. Children threw roses and violets. Sobbing men hid their faces and women knelt to pray....
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