"Don't you think I know where all this is
leading? Do you believe for a moment that I think all this can
lead to anything but death? It is a madness, Lily; they are all
mad, these men. Don't you know that I have talked and argued
and prayed, against it?"
"Then come away. You have done all you could, and you have failed,
haven't you?"
"It is not time for me to go," Elinor said. And Lily, puzzled and
baffled, found herself again looking into Elinor's quiet, inscrutable
eyes.
Elinor had taken it for granted that the girl was going home, and
together they packed almost in silence. Once Elinor looked up
from folding a garment, and said:
"You said you had not understood before, but that now you do. What
did you mean?"
"Pink Denslow was here."
"What does he know?"
"Do you think I ought to tell you, Aunt Elinor? It isn't that I
don't trust you. You must believe that, but don't you see that so
long as you stay here--he said that to me--you are one of them."
Elinor resumed her folding.
"Yes, I suppose I am one of them," she said quietly. "And you are
right. You must not tell me anything. Pink is Henry Denslow's son,
I suppose.
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