Silently she stared at the woman before her a long time.
"I might have saved myself the trouble of coming," she said at last, "I see you are guilty as sin!" "What has Mag Sinton been telling you ?" panted the miserable woman, gripping the fence.
"The truth!" answered Mrs.Comstock succinctly.

"Guilt is in every line of your face, in your eyes, all over your wretched body.

If I'd taken a good look at you any time in all these past years, no doubt I could have seen it just as plain as I can now.

No woman or man can do what you've done, and not get a mark set on them for every one to read." "Mercy!" gasped weak little Elvira Carney.

"Have mercy!" "Mercy ?" scoffed Mrs.Comstock.