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 C'est la lutte finale, groupons-nous et demain L'Internationale sera le genre humain.

"Take a look at the deportees Take a look at the undesirable aliens," shouted the man with the telescopes and fieldglasses. A girl's voice burst out suddenly, "Arise prisoners of starvation," "Sh They could pull you for that."

The singing trailed away across the water. At the end of a marbled wake the ferryboat was shrinking into haze. International shall be the human race. The singing died. From up the river came the longdrawn rattling throb of a steamer leaving dock. Gulls wheeled above the dark dingydressed crowd that stood silently looking down the bay.