Do you think I ought to go back?"
"That's for you to decide."
"But I tell you I can't decide. Somebody's always made up my mind for me,
and now to have to decide this big thing all in a minute----"
"All aboard for the Southwestern Limited!" came the voice through the
megaphone.
Eleanor glanced instinctively at her suit-case, then up at Quin.
"Shall I take it?" he asked, with his heart in his throat; and then, when
she did not say no, he seized it in one hand and her in the other.
"We'd better run for it!" he said.
"But, Quin--wait a minute--I won't go to grandmother's! You've got to
protect me----"
"You leave it to me!" he said, as he thrust her almost roughly through
the crowd and rushed her toward the gate.
CHAPTER 26
"So I am to understand that the young lady defies my authority and
refuses point-blank to come home."
"That's about what it comes to, I reckon."
It was evening of that eventful Sunday when Eleanor and Quin had returned
from Chicago. He and Madam Bartlett sat facing each other in the
sepulchral library, where the green reading-light cast its sickly light
on Lincoln and his Cabinet, on Andrew Jackson dying in the bosom of his
family, on Madam savagely gripping the lions' heads on the arms of her
mahogany chair.
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