Object, matrimony! So if this man--so she reasoned again, wearily--if this man who had been kind at least, even if uncouth, was willing to take her with all her stories told, and all shortcomings known and understood--if he was willing to take chances and be content--was that indeed the only way out for her, Mary Warren?
What made it all most bitter, most difficult, most horrible for her was the strength of her own soul.

Was it the _right_ thing to do--was it the courageous and valiant thing to do?
Those were the two questions which alone allowed her to face that way for an answer; and they were the very two which drove her hardest.

Could she not do much, if in the line of duty?
Sacrifice was no new thing for women.

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