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... the air was no less charged.
The press hall was packed to suffocation, hot with the reek of sweat, and ink.
Dutch, German, Belgian, even a handful of American reporters pressed shoulder to shoulder, their coats rumpled, their eyes wide.
The scrape of chairs, the hiss of whispered speculation, the clatter of typewriter keys in the back row, all of it died when the doors opened.
Prime Minister Hendrikus Colijn stepped to the podium.
His suit was immaculate, ...
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