One knew him at once, and talked as if one had
known him for years.
"Of course I accepted all his theories and doctrines except two. I
don't believe in '_L'Union fibre_.' (They all do, you know, or nearly
all) and I never was an atheist.
"A Catholic and an Anarchist! It sounds impossible, doesn't it,
but"--he flushed boyishly--"I believe in _Le bon Dieu_, and the _union
libre_ is hard on women. Yes, I adored Guerchouni. He worked day and
night, he feared nothing, he did impossibilities himself and he made us
do impossibilities."
"He was like Sobrenski."
"Yes, he was like Sobrenski in some ways. He will be a loss to the
Cause."
For a few moments there was silence, and then Arithelli spoke. "Tell
me one more thing. Now we are alone, we can speak the truth to each
other, you and I. Vardri, do you still care for the Cause--in the same
way you did before?" She whispered the question fearfully, yet knowing
well what the answer must be.
"I don't feel the same about it since I have known you."
"I have not tried to make you a traitor, have I? Sobrenski always
suspects me of that.
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