That slim, pale-faced girl, her husband's child, stood between her and her own honour, her own safety.

Once the girl was removed, she would have no further fear, no apprehension, no hideous forebodings concerning the imminent future.

She saw it all as she walked along that moss-grown forest-road, her eyes fixed straight before her.

The tempter at her side had urged her to commit a dastardly, an unpardonable crime.

In that man's hands she was, alas! as wax.