"Even out in that other world I shall not be only a mother.

I shall be me.

ME!" touching her breast.

"After a million of years--it will still be me." There stirred within the lean body and rheumatic limbs depths of unused power, of thought, of love and passion, and, deeper than all, awful possibilities of change.
"I have it in me still to be worse than a murderer," she thought, with whitening face.
She stood a long time, alone.

A strange content and light came slowly into her face.