41/49 Eleanor sat staring before her into the golden shadows of the room, afraid of what she had said, instinctively waiting for its effect on Lucy. She had drawn herself erect. What right have you? There was in it a passion of anger, pain, loneliness, and yet something else--the note of something new-born and transforming. 'The right of hunger--the right of poverty--the right of one pleading for a last possession!--a last hope!' Lucy was silenced. |