A gray pall, impenetrable as a Limehouse fog, settled over Paris last week. The long boulevards were veiled, the Arc de Triomphe blotted out. Parisians had never seen anything like it. Some thought it was the edge of a huge and newly invented Nazi smoke screen blown in from the front, for London and the southeast British coast were also sooted. Some believed it came from the suburban fires, others that it was the work of Paris' own Sainte Genevieve. Still others said it was God.
Hidden, confused, perhaps protected by it, Paris entered upon...
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