And the woman's soul shuddered in the conflict of passions that came like furies to destroy her--shuddered and bent, and writhed like some strong forest-tree in the maddening whirl of a tempest.

But there was no faltering of purpose.

She had passed her word--had made a solemn life-compact, and, she resolved to die, but not to waver.
The question as to whether she were right or wrong, it is not for us here to decide.

We but record the fact.

Few women after such a discovery would have ventured to move on a step farther.