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child. Then, lying in a heap against him, she would close her eyes; and without growing tired, with an unconscious caressing gesture, he would pass his hand over her grey silky fur, calmed by that warm living softness.
"You know I have had a letter from Pluchart," said Étienne one evening.
Only Rasseneur was there. The last client had departed for the settlement, which was now going to bed.
"Ah!" exclaimed the inn-keeper, standing up before his two lodgers. "How are things going with Pluchart?"
During the last two months, Étienne had kept up a constant correspondence with the Lille mechanician, to whom he had told his Montsou engagement, and who was now indoctrinating him, having been struck by the propaganda which might be carried on among the miners.
"The association is getting on very well. It seems that they are coming in from all sides."
"What have you got to say, eh, about their society?" asked Rasseneur of Souvarine.
The latter, who was softly scratching Poland's head, blew out a puff of smoke and muttered, with his tranquil air:
"More foolery!"
But Étienne grew enthusiastic. A predisposition for revolt was throwing him, in the first illusions of his ignorance, into the struggle of labour against capital. It was the International Association of Workers that they were concerned with, that famous International which had just been founded at London. Was not that a superb effort, a campaign in which justice would at last triumph? No more frontiers; the workers of the whole world rising and uniting to assure to the labourer the bread that he has earned. And what a simple and great organisation! Below, the section which represents the commune; then the federation which groups the sections of the same province; then the nation; and then, at last, humanity incarnated in a general council in which each nation was represented by a corresponding secretary. In six months it would conquer the world, and would be able to dictate laws to the masters should they prove obstinate.
"Foolery!" repeated Souvarine. "Your Karl Marx is still only thinking about letting natural forces act. No politics, no
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