"That is not our fault. We shall have made our example."
A little hum of applause followed this reply, and that irritated Bohun.
He raised his voice:
"Yes, and what about your allies, England and France, are you going to
betray them?"
Several voices took him up now. A man continued:
"It is not betrayal. We are not betraying the proletariat of England and
France. They are our friends. But the alliance with the French and
English Capitalistic Governments was made not by us but by our own
Capitalistic Government, which is now destroyed."
"Very well, then," said Bohun. "But when the war began did you not--all
of you, not only your Government, but you people now sitting in this
room--did you not all beg and pray England to come in? During those days
before England's intervention, did you not threaten to call us cowards
and traitors if we did not come in? _Pomnite_?"
There was a storm of answers to this. I could not distinguish much of
what it was. I was fixed by Mlle. Finisterre's eagle eye, gleaming at
the thought of the storm that was rising.
"That's not our affair.... That's not our affair," I heard voices
crying.
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