Was it the situation that struck her with a foreboding perplexity or was her intuition steeling her against this man?
Ellen could not decide.

But she had to go with him.

Her prejudice was unreasonable at this portentous moment.

And she could not yet feel that she was solely responsible to herself.
When it came to making a small bundle of her belongings she was in a quandary.

She discarded this and put in that, and then reversed the order.