and the upper part of her body.

Then he stood back a few paces. "But your green eyes! A disguise for
_them_ will be impossible. One sees them always."

"_Les yeux verts.
Vont a l'enfer!_"

"Do you know that, _mon enfant_?"

"I've heard it before. They've already come as far as _l'entresol_,
according to you."

Emile grinned. He enjoyed skirmishing, and felt that he had met his
match in words. Before he could think of another retort she added:

"I can see in the dark with my green eyes, so they're useful at all
events."

"Then you'll find plenty of use for them when you're working for
us--and the Cause. When you have to ride upon the hills at night you
will find them of great service. You'll have to ride astride too, so
it is better for you in every way to be dressed like this."

Presently he left her with a few words of praise for her successful
appearance. His first feeling of surprise at her coolness still
lingered. He had expected a scene in a quiet way, a refusal, at least
expostulation. All his first impressions of her were being verified.
Well, he hoped she would continue in her present ways. Undoubtedly she
was an original, certainly she gave no trouble.

When she heard the street door shut Arithelli sat down, hiding her face
in her hands. Once she shivered involuntarily. Directly she found
herself alone the mask of her assumed nonchalance had fallen suddenly.
As long as there was an audience she had worn a disguise on her soul as
well as her body. She had been feeling moody and depressed all day,
and this last episode was the climax. Everything she had was to be her
own no longer. It was all to be for the Cause--even her green eyes!
What power it possessed over these men. They admitted it to be a
losing Cause, yet it was all they thought about, the sole thing for
which they lived--and died. She had not thought it would be like this
at first.

She remembered how gaily she had discoursed of Tolstoi and Prince
Kropotkin, and of their writings which had revealed to her a new world.
Her first interview with Sobrenski had shown the relentlessness of the
man she was to serve. She felt that he would sacrifice all alike, men
and women, to his idol, and would never stop to care whether the victim
were willing or unwilling. The fact of her sex would gain her no
consideration at his hands. Lately she had been impressed with the
sensation of being surrounded by an impassable barrier