You _are_ useful and probably
will be more so."
"Suppose I refuse to do anything more?"
"They will not give you the choice of refusing twice."
"Emile, I believe you are trying to frighten me. Tell me what they
would do."
"As I introduced you to the Brotherhood, I should naturally be the one
chosen to execute judgment on you. _Enfin_, my dear Arithelli, I
should be called upon to shoot you. We don't forgive traitors. If we
let everyone draw back from their work simply because they happened to
be afraid, what would become of the Cause? Also let me remind you how
you came to me boasting of your love of freedom. 'I'm a red-hot
Socialist.' That's what you said, didn't you? Perhaps you have
forgotten it. Well, I haven't. Socialism doesn't consist of standing
up in a room to sing."
Arithelli made no answer. She lay like a dead thing, and after a pause
the slow cynical voice went on.
"There was another woman in our affair about two years ago. Her name
was Felise Rivaz. She got engaged to one of the men, and then it
suddenly occurred to her that comfortable matrimony and Anarchy didn't
seem likely to be enjoyed at one and the same time.
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