Vengeance, vengeance! That is their eternal cry. Of course in Russia
it's a different thing. One must either be an autocrat and
slave-driver or a Nihilist out there, but here--they are mad, all of
them! They have just settled to draw lots to-morrow night. I wonder
who will have the 'honour' of becoming executioner? I suppose they
can't do it to-night because Poleski isn't here."
Arithelli shook her head.
"That is not the reason. They have given Emile other work to do in
Russia. He is leaving here very soon. I thought you knew."
"Who told you that Poleski is going away? It may not be true."
"Emile himself. Oh! it's true enough. I don't know when he will go.
He doesn't know himself, but soon."
"Will you trust me to take care of you when Poleski is gone?"
"I'll trust you always."
"Promise me you'll come away with me. If you care you'll come. I'll
give up the Cause for your sake. I've told you so in my letter and now
I say it again."
"So I've made you a traitor. Sobrenski was right."
"My sweet, how can I live with violence and death and misery since I
have known you? I want to get away from men and back to Nature to be
healed.
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