She never left him.

What a pretty story of mother-love it is." The beautiful face paled, the lips trembled slightly.
"It is a beautiful picture," she said, "to come from that land of darkness; it makes something of the poetry of the Nile." Watching her, I said to myself, "That woman has not deadened her conscience; she has tried and failed.

There is more good than evil in her." All night long there sounded in my ears those words, "A life for a life!" And I wondered what would, what could, be the punishment of a mother who took the life of her own child?
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