One is absolute, implicit obedience, the other is absolute, unvarying truth.

You will never, I think, have cause to complain of me, if you remember those two things." "I will try," she murmured.
Her thoughts suddenly flitted back to the poor little home from which she had come with such high hopes.

She thought of the excitement which had followed the coming of her uncle's letter; the hopes that her harassed, overworked father had built upon it; the sudden, almost trembling joy which had come into her mother's thin, faded face.

Her first taste of luxury suddenly brought before her eyes, stripped bare of everything except its pitiful cruelty, that ceaseless struggle for life in which it seemed to her that all of them had been engaged, year after year.

She shivered a little as she thought of them, shivered for fear she should fail now that the chance had come of some day being able to help them.