She was consistent.

She would be true to her principles even at the expense of all her natural yearnings.

Of what use to her would be her religious convictions if she were to give them up just because her heart-strings were torn and agonised?
The man was a goat though he were ten times told her child's husband.

So she looked again away into the garden and resolved that she would not yield in a single point.
'Good-bye, mamma,' said Hester, rising from her chair, and coming up to her mother.
'Good-bye, Hester.

God bless you, my child!' 'You will not come to me to Folking ?' 'No.