I don't believe she appreciates the wickedness of the thing she is about to do.

I insist that it is my right to speak with her, to urge her to reconsider, to point out to her the horrors of--" "She will not see you, Braden," broke in the mother, finality in her voice.
"She _must_ see me," he shouted.

"If not to-day, to-morrow; if not then, some other day, for, by the Eternal, Mrs.Tresslyn, I intend to speak with her if I have to wait until the accursed day you have selected,--at the very altar, if necessary.

She shall not go into this thing until she has had the final word with me, and I with her.

She does not know what she is doing.