Perhaps after all Sobrenski had been right in employing no women.
"Even the best machine will get out of order sometimes," the girl
replied wearily.
"And when that happens one sets to work to find another machine to take
its place."
"I didn't know about the horrors; you ought to have told me. It isn't
fair."
There was neither passion nor resentment in the low voice. "What shall
I do?" she went on, after waiting for Emile to speak.
"Put up with it, or better still go in for the Cause seriously."
"Don't you call this serious? Blood and brutalities and slave-driving?
You talked about _l'entresol de l'enfer_, but I'm beginning to think
I've stepped over the threshold."
"_Ce n'est que le premier pas qui coute_!"
Arithelli bit her lips. "I don't feel in the mood for arguing now. I
wish you would leave me alone."
"On condition that you won't go in for any more hysterics, I'll go and
settle with the Manager that you don't have to appear to-night. It's
lucky there happens to be a new turn with those trapeze people. The
audience won't miss you.
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