Why should I not burn it?
It would only be just." Deluding herself by this false view, she persuaded herself that it was right to suppress the will.

With steady hand she held it to the flame of the lamp, and watched it as it was slowly consumed.

Then, gathering up the fragments, she threw them away.
"It is all ours now," she whispered, triumphantly, as she prepared to go to bed.

"It was lucky I found the will.".