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The night was disturbed... the enthusiasm, the confidence of the preceding day were as though carried away by darkness. In the morning faces were gloomy, they exchanged sad glances, there were long, discouraged silences. Frightening rumors spread, the bad news which the leaders had succeeded in hiding the previous day circulated without anyone speaking, propelled by that invisible mouth which throws the breath of panic into crowds. They realized that they alone had risen, that they would become rebels; chased with guns like wild beasts. They had dreamed of a great war, the revolt of a people, the glorious conquest of their rights. Then, in confusion, without restraint, this handful of men cried, its faith dead, its dream of justice vanished...