She relented only because she believed Julia was conquered.
"I declare, child, it's a shame I should be helping you to disobey your mother.

I'm afeard the Lord'll bring some jedgment on us yet." For Cynthy Ann had tied her conscience to her rather infirm logic.

Better to have married it to her generous heart.

But before she had finished the half-penitent lamentation, Jule was flying with swift and silent feet down the hall.

Arrived in her own room, she was so much relieved as to be almost happy; and she was none too soon, for her industrious mother had quickly repented her criminal leniency, and was again climbing the stairs at the imminent risk of her precarious life, and calling "Jul-yee!".