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OLD TOWN Next day was Sunday. The Colonel waited on the cliff for his paper, which brought the expected news. The die was cast. Germany had proclaimed martial law: she was already at war with Russia; France had mobilised. "She's in it by now," he said to himself, as he walked across the golf-links towards Old Town. The threat of danger was arousing in every individual a passionate need for communication, for re-assurance, for the warmth and comfort of the crowd. The herd, about to be attacked, was drawing togeth…