He listened in a stillness of dread which resembled the immobility of profound attention.
"A series of outrages," Mr Vladimir continued calmly, "executed here in this country; not only _planned_ here--that would not do--they would not mind.

Your friends could set half the Continent on fire without influencing the public opinion here in favour of a universal repressive legislation.

They will not look outside their backyard here." Mr Verloc cleared his throat, but his heart failed him, and he said nothing.
"These outrages need not be especially sanguinary," Mr Vladimir went on, as if delivering a scientific lecture, "but they must be sufficiently startling--effective.

Let them be directed against buildings, for instance.

What is the fetish of the hour that all the bourgeoisie recognise--eh, Mr Verloc ?" Mr Verloc opened his hands and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"You are too lazy to think," was Mr Vladimir's comment upon that gesture.
"Pay attention to what I say.