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“Kings of armies flee! They flee!” She who waits at home divides the plunder,
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Verse 12. Hair-cloth. The sacred humanity, which being torn, let out the price of our redemption. Saint Augustine Menochius.—I mourned for my country, and so forth Calmet.—Christ was clothed in derision, with a soldier’s straight purple garment. Bert.
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