On the morrow she would have to show herself angry with a vengeance, if she should then still be determined to carry out her plan.

And she thought that she was determined.

What had pity to do with it, or love, or moving heart-stirring words?
Were not all these things temptation from the Evil One, if they were allowed to interfere with the strict line of hard duty?
When she left the room, where the young mother was still standing with her baby in her arms, she doubted for some minutes,--perhaps for some half-hour,--then she wrestled with those emanations from the Evil One,--with pity, with love, and suasive tenderness,--and at last overcame them.

'I know I am pure,' the daughter had said.

'I know I am right,' said the mother.
But she spoke a word to her husband when he came home.