"That Pico business was begun before the Pacific failed. You are wrong there."
"I am not wrong," Winston burst in hotly. His indignation waxed against Elijah. "He is crooked from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. So long as it was between himself and me I could stand it, but when it comes to you, I will endure it no longer. He will quit or I will break him. I can and I will."
"You don't know all, Ralph, or you wouldn't say that." Helen's voice was firmer.
"I do know all. Don't I know that he has given the company his note, or pretended to, and secured it by his stock?"
Helen's eyes were on Winston.
"Do you know this?" She was honestly in doubt. Perhaps Elijah had confided in Winston after all.
"I have not seen the papers, but I know Elijah Berl. He has stilled his conscience without surrendering, one iota, his purpose. This note and security are in his own hands. When it comes to the point, he will find a new way to quiet what he calls his conscience."
"You do not know all, Ralph. You are unjust. This has gone far enough—too far." Helen spoke coldly. She felt compelled to, against the pleadings of her heart. She turned and began to move away.
Winston's hand was again on her arm, restraining her. She tried to free herself, but try as she would, she could not make the action final.
Winston's hand slipped down her arm till her hand rested in his.