It needs you and
must have you; and were the cost ten times as great, would bear it to
get you back! Remember, Gabriel, the Party is far larger than when you
were buried alive in a cell. Even though in some ways outlawed and
suppressed, its potential power is tremendous. All it needs is the
electric spark to cause the world-shaking explosion. All that keeps us
from power now is the Iron Heel--that, and the clutch of the Air Trust
already crushing and mangling us!
"Go, now," she concluded. "Go, and rest a while, and wait. All shall be
well. But first, you must get back your strength completely, and find
yourself, and take your place again in the ranks of the great,
subterranean army!"
"And shall I see you soon, again?" he asked, his voice trembling just a
little as their hands clasped once more, and once more parted.
"You will see me soon," she answered.
"Where?"
"In a safe place, where we can plan, and work, and organize for the
final blow! Now, you shall know no more. Good-bye!"
One last look each gave the other.
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