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ignorance of a thing like that? The thing suggested--something more
extensive.
Perhaps, for example--they meant to lay all the giants by the heels!
They were all to be arrested together. There had been hints of that in
the election speeches. And then?
No doubt they had got Cossar also?
Caterham was a religious man. Redwood clung to that. The back of his
mind was a black curtain, and on that curtain there came and went a
word--a word written in letters of fire. He struggled perpetually
against that word. It was always as it were beginning to get written on
the curtain and never getting completed.
He faced it at last. "Massacre!" There was the word in its full
brutality.
No! No! No! It was impossible! Caterham was a religious man, a civilised
man. And besides after all these years, after all these hopes!
Redwood sprang up; he paced the room. He spoke to himself; he shouted.
"No!"
Mankind was surely not so mad as that--surely not! It was impossible, it
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