Yet until Elizabeth spied Toffee‘s letter she had no idea what had happened. Even after that, encased in uneasy ignorance, she could not be fully sure what McFarland was doing: it was only one letter she‘d seen, she did not suspect the censorship was as extensive as it was. So, instead, she wrote bleakly of the fence of desolation which the total withdrawal of friends throws over a person‘s life. “It is hard to be forgotten,” she simply said. /1