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"To the primitive formless Commune, to a new world, to the renewal of everything."
"And the means of execution? How do you reckon to set about it?"
"By fire, by poison, by the sword. The brigand is the true hero, the popular avenger, the revolutionary in action, with no phrase drawn out of books. We need a series of tremendous outrages to frighten the powerful and to arouse the people."
As he talked, Souvarine grew terrible. An ecstasy raised him on his chair, a mystic flame darted from his pale eyes, and his delicate hands gripped the edge of the table almost to breaking. The other man looked at him in fear, and thought of the stories of which he had received vague intimation, of the mines charged beneath the Czar's palace, of chiefs of police struck down by knives like wild boars, of his mistress, the only woman he had loved, hanged at Moscow one rainy morning, while in the crowd he kissed her with his eyes for the last time.
"No! no!" murmured Étienne, as with a gesture he pushed away these abominable visions, "we haven't got to that yet over here. Murder and fire, never! It is monstrous, unjust, all the mates would rise and strangle the guilty one!"
And besides, he could not understand; the instincts of his race refused to accept this sombre dream of the extermination of the world, mown level like a rye field. Then what would they do afterwards? How would the nations spring up again? He wanted a reply.
"Tell me your programme. We should like to know where we are going to."
Then Souvarine concluded peacefully, with his gaze fixed on space:
"All reasoning about the future is criminal, because it prevents pure destruction, and interferes with the progress of revolution."
This made Étienne laugh, in spite of the cold shiver which passed over his flesh. Besides, he willingly acknowledged that there was something in these ideas, which attracted him by their fearful simplicity. Only it would be playing into Rasseneur's hands if he were to repeat such things to his comrades. It was necessary to be practical.
Widow Désir proposed that they should have lunch. They
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