That was the only difference between us." The girl turned her dark eyes full upon Joan.

"What did stop you ?" she demanded.
"Does it matter what we call it ?" answered Joan.

"It was a voice." "It told me to do it," answered the girl.
"Did no other voice speak to you ?" asked Joan.
"Yes," answered the girl.

"The voice of weakness." There came a fierce anger into the dark eyes.

"Why did you listen to it ?" she demanded.