They can forgive." "Forgive! ...

Could y'u forgive a Jorth ?" "Yes, I could." "Shore that's easy to say--with the wrongs all on your side," she declared, bitterly.
"Ellen Jorth, the first wrong was on your side," retorted Jean, his voice fall.

"Your father stole my father's sweetheart--by lies, by slander, by dishonor, by makin' terrible love to her in his absence." "It's a lie," cried Ellen, passionately.
"It is not," he declared, solemnly.
"Jean Isbel, I say y'u lie!" "No! I say you've been lied to," he thundered.
The tremendous force of his spirit seemed to fling truth at Ellen.

It weakened her.
"But--mother loved dad--best." "Yes, afterward.

No wonder, poor woman! ...