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"There's going to be war," said Benoit, on our doorsteps in July.
"No," said Crillon, who was there, too, "I know well enough there'll be war some day, seeing there's always been war after war since the world was a world, and therefore there'll be another; but just now -- at once -- a big job like that? Nonsense! It's not true. No."