“Perhaps,” he said, rubbing his chin, “if each of us tried to lift only his orher share. ing the monocle out of his eye, dismissing them as gentlemen volunteers and that was the end of the section. Steaming into the Gironde at night with the searchlights crisscrossing and the blinker signals and the patrolboats scooting. After walking another quarter hour they stopped before large twin doors.
”Lowering her mask, she gave her brother a conspiratorial wink. You could stillpractice your customs, provided you abandoned all illicit activities. “You’re forgetting something,” he answered. Together we will go on to attract ever more souls to our cause, until our numbers are such thatthe Pon Q’tar has no choice but to listen to our peace plan.
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