It was only an average little conscience, a thing which represented the world, her past environment, habit, convention, in a confused way.

With it, the voice of the people was truly the voice of God.
"Oh, thou failure!" said the voice.
"Why ?" she questioned.
"Look at those about," came the whispered answer.

"Look at those who are good.

How would they scorn to do what you have done.

Look at the good girls; how will they draw away from such as you when they know you have been weak.