Rose and her mother were of one stamp.

And Rose might speak for her mother.
To take the hands of such a pair and be lifted out of the slough, he thought no shame: and all through the hours of the morning the image of two angels stooping to touch a leper, pressed on his brain like a reality, and went divinely through his blood.
Toward mid-day Rose beckoned to him, and led him out across the lawn into the park, and along the borders of the stream.
'Evan,' she said, 'shall I really speak to Mama ?' 'You have not yet ?' he answered.
'No.

I have been with Juliana and with Drummond.

Look at this, Evan.' She showed a small black speck in the palm of her hand, which turned out, on your viewing it closely, to be a brand of the letter L.'Mama did that when I was a little girl, because I told lies.

I never could distinguish between truth and falsehood; and Mama set that mark on me, and I have never told a lie since.