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The Ending Of War | H. G. [Herbert George] Wells | |
Section 7 |
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'Hang us?' The king put his long nose into his councillor's face. 'That grinning brute WANTS to hang us,' he said. 'And hang us he will, if we give him a shadow of a chance.' 'But all their Modern State Civilisation!' 'Do you think there's any pity in that crew of Godless, Vivisecting Prigs?' cried this last king of romance. 'Do you think, Pestovitch, they understand anything of a high ambition or a splendid dream? Do you think that our gallant and sublime adventure has any appeal to them? Here am I, the last and greatest and most romantic of the Caesars, and do you think they will miss the chance of hanging me like a dog if they can, killing me like a rat in a hole? And that renegade! He who was once an anointed king! . . . 'I hate that sort of eye that laughs and keeps hard,' said the king. 'I won't sit still here and be caught like a fascinated rabbit,' said the king in conclusion. 'We must shift those bombs.' 'Risk it,' said Pestovitch. 'Leave them alone.' 'No,' said the king. 'Shift them near the frontier. Then while they watch us here--they will always watch us here now--we can buy an aeroplane abroad, and pick them up....' |
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