He turned into the pillared hall, now calmly lit, went up the staircase and passed in through the clicking turnstile. The eyes were melancholy as those of a monkey. The sun, the great luminary of the universe, had become as sackcloth of hair. My fellow-citizens, the public events of the past four years have gone into history.
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