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The king, pale with anxiety, and shuddering at the slightest noise, employed himself in conjecturing, with the experience of a practised man, the time that it would take for the antagonists to meet and that the combat would last.
"Now," he murmured first, "they are crossing the Rue St. Antoine-now they are entering the field-now they have begun.
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