As she listened to it, certain words spoken upon that evening came back to her mind and gradually began to take on a particular application.
"What you know, that you must do, if by doing it you can save a life or save a soul." That was the law.

"If you can save a life or save a soul." And she _did_ know.

Sylvia raised herself from the window and stood in thought.
Garratt Skinner had made a great mistake that day.

He had been misled by the gentleness of her ways, the sweet aspect of her face, and by a look of aloofness in her eyes, as though she lived in dreams.

He had seen surely that she was innocent, and since he believed that knowledge must needs corrupt, he thought her ignorant as well.