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conspiracies, is it not so? Everything in the light of day, and simply to raise wages. Don't bother me with your evolution! Set fire to the four corners of the town, mow down the people, level everything, and when there is nothing more of this rotten world left standing, perhaps a better one will grow up in its place."
Étienne began to laugh. He did not always take in his comrade's sayings; this theory of destruction seemed to him an affectation. Rasseneur, who was still more practical, like a man of solid common sense did not condescend to get angry. He only wanted to have things clear.
"Then, what? Are you going to try and create a section at Montsou?"
This was what was desired by Pluchart, who was secretary to the Federation of the Nord. He insisted especially on the services which the association would render to the miners should they go out on strike. Étienne believed that a strike was imminent: this timbering business would turn out badly; any further demands on the part of the Company would cause rebellion in all the pits.
"It's the subscriptions that's the nuisance," Rasseneur declared, in a judicial tone. "Half-a-franc a year for the general fund, two francs for the section; it looks like nothing, but I bet that many will refuse to give it."
"All the more," added Étienne, "because we must first have here a Provident Fund which we can use if need be as an emergency fund. No matter, it is time to think about these things. I am ready if the others are ready."
There was silence. The petroleum lamp smoked on the counter. Through the large open door they could distinctly hear the shovel of a stoker at the Voreux stoking the engine.
"Everything is so dear!" began Madame Rasseneur, who had entered, and was listening with a gloomy air, as if she had grown in her everlasting black dress. "When I tell you that I've paid twenty-two sous for eggs! it will have to burst up."
All three men this time were of the same opinion. They spoke one after the other in a despairing voice, giving expression to their complaints. The workers could not hold out; the Revolution had only aggravated their wretchedness; only the bourgeois had grown fat since '89, so greedily that they had not even
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