Rose knelt down by her father’s vacant chair and laid her head on her
arms. She tried to thrust the thought away, but it haunted her and
that verse--she had been brought up on the Scriptures, she knew them
by heart, their denunciations had frightened her when she was a little
girl, they chilled her still--_For whosoever shall keep the whole law,
and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all._ She shuddered;
what should she do? O God, would it be very hard? She caught herself
pleading; was she begging off? The stern conscience in her made her
start up from her knees with a sob.