"You ought not to be afraid of this sort of thing, you know," he said.
"Sudden death is part of our business. In the oath we take we swear to
'Slay or be slain,' if by so doing we can advance the Cause one small
step forward."
She caught at her breast with a sudden gesture of passion.
Death--could they talk and think of nothing else? And she was a woman
now, not a weapon, and she wanted life.
"You don't seem very enthusiastic," the cold voice continued. "A few
months ago the dangerous side of the game was rather an attraction to
you than otherwise. Now you shrink and shiver at everything. You do
your work, yes, because, you can't help doing that, but is there any
heart in what you do?"
"None! Every day I live, I loathe it more!"
"Take care!"
"I'm past caring. When I came out here first I was a child playing at
a new game."
Emile's back was turned to her, and if his answering speech was brutal,
it was because his conscience was awake and crying fiercely. He would
not be likely to make the mistake of interfering with people's lives a
second time.
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