The woman shuddered.
“God help me! God forgive me! I was sorely tempted.”
CHAPTER LXX.
OUR CHILD.
A moment after these words left her lips, Mrs. Lambert started up. The idea that her child lived had seized upon her with force; for the first time, her face, still colorless, was radiant.
“She is alive!—your child and mine! Alive! and you have found her for me! A child given to my bosom—a sin lifted from my soul! Man! Angel! Husband! Let me fall down and worship you!”
“First thank God that an awful sin has been lifted from your conscience.”
“I do! I do! But the child—where is she? Who is she? Will you let me see her—touch her—bless her? Oh, will you?”
“You have seen her.”
“Where? When?”
“At my sister’s house. She is known as Eva Laurence.”