Emile had
also explained Vardri's position, and it would be impossible to adjust
anything without being on the spot.
He read the letter over again, slowly and carefully. It hinted and
suggested more than it had said. Emile had just come from an interview
with Sobrenski, and there had been a talk of an entire re-organization
of the band. Some of the members would be required to carry on the
propaganda in other countries, Russia, for example. They all knew what
that meant--!
As he climbed the ladder by the yacht's side, and swung himself onto
the deck, the girl ran up to him with outstretched hands, her white
skirts fluttering behind her in the wind. She was as incapable of
disguising her feelings as a child, and she was a joyous pagan in her
happiness.
Vladimir slipped his hand under the warm round arm. "Have I been long,
_petite_? Come and walk up and down. I want to talk to you."
"You have found letters, _mon ami_?" Pauline asked carelessly.
"From Poleski. Yes. I'm afraid they are rather important ones. We
shall have to talk them over later on.
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