Parisians, the — Volume 07 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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will turn out the volunteer rioters at his command. Let the _emeute_ be
within, say a week, after the vote of the plebiscite is taken. You will need that time to prepare." "Be contented--it shall be done." "Good night, then." Lebeau leisurely took up his hat and drew on his gloves--then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he turned briskly on the artisan and said in quick blunt tones: "Armand Monnier, explain to me why it is that you--a Parisian artisan, the type of a class the most insubordinate, the most self-conceited that exists on the face of earth--take without question, with so docile a submission, the orders of a man who plainly tells you he does not sympathise in your ultimate objects, of whom you really know very little, and whose views you candidly own you think are those of an old and obsolete school of political reasoners." "You puzzle me to explain," said Monnier, with an ingenuous laugh, that brightened up features stern and hard, though comely when in repose. "Partly, because you are so straightforward, and do not talk _blague_; partly, because I don't think the class I belong to would stir an inch unless we had a leader of another class--and you give me at least that leader. Again, you go to that first stage which we all agree to take, and--well, do you want me to explain more?" "Yes." "_Et bien_! you have warned me, like an honest man; like an honest man I warn you. That first step we take together; I want to go a step further; |
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