I experienced acute internal wounds of humiliation and shame, of rebellion! I struggled feebly, as well as I could, against a mystery too great for me, and then my suspicions wore themselves out.

I fled from the nightmare, and by a strong effort I forgot it.

Perhaps my imputations had no basis; but it is curious how one ends in only believing what one wants to believe.
* * * * * * Something which had been plotting a long while among the Socialist extremists suddenly produced a stoppage of work at the factory, and this was followed by demonstrations which rolled through the terrified town.

Everywhere the shutters went up.

The business people blotted out their shops, and the town looked like a tragic Sunday.
"It's a revolution!" said Marie to me, turning pale, as Benoit cried to us from the step of our porch the news that the workmen were marching.
"How does it come about that you knew nothing at the factory ?" An hour later we learned that a delegation composed of the most dangerous ringleaders was preceding the army of demonstrators, commissioned to extort outrageous advantages, with threats, from Messrs.