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now), that Mr. Ransom was on the wrong side. If he had been on the right———! She did not finish this proposition. She found Olive waiting for her in exactly the manner she had foreseen; she turned to her, as she came in, a face sufficiently terrible. Verena instantly explained herself, related exactly what she had been doing; then went on, without giving her friend time for question or comment: 'And you—you paid your visit to Mrs. Burrage?'

'Yes, I went through that.'

'And did she press the question of my coming there?'

'Very much indeed.'

'And what did you say?'

'I said very little, but she gave me such assurances———'

'That you thought I ought to go?'

Olive was silent a moment; then she said: 'She declares they are devoted to the cause, and that New York will be at your feet.'

Verena took Miss Chancellor's shoulders in each of her hands, and gave her back, for an instant, her gaze, her silence. Then she broke out, with a kind of passion: 'I don't care for her assurances—I don't care for New York! I won't go to them—I won't—do you understand?' Suddenly her voice changed, she passed her arms round her friend and buried her face in her neck. 'Olive Chancellor, take me away, take me away!' she went on. In a moment Olive felt that she was sobbing and that the question was settled, the question she herself had debated in anguish a couple of hours before.