Her heart burned, her soul was on fire.

Justice, give us justice though the heavens fall, is an instinct planted deep in man's nature! Of the Mysterious Passion of our Lord our finite minds find no part worse than the anguish of innocence condemned.

A child?
She to hurt a child?
And her mother?
Her mother, so harmless, so ignorant, so tormented! She to hurt a child?
After a time, nevertheless, the storm began to subside.

But with it died the hope which is inherent in revolt; in proportion as she grew more calm the forlornness of her situation rose more clearly before her.

At last that had happened which she had so long expected to happen.