'What difference does that make?' I said.
'All the difference in the world. If God has given her that child, what right have you or I to interfere?'
'But I verily believe from the look of the child she gives it gin.'
'God saves the world by the new blood, the children. To take her child from her, would be to do what you could to damn her.'
'It doesn't look much like salvation there.'
'You mustn't interfere with God's thousand years any more than his one day.'
'Are you sure she is the mother?' I asked.
'Yes. I would not have left the child with her otherwise.'
'What would you have done with it? Got it into some orphan asylum?—or the Foundling perhaps?'
'Never,' he answered. 'All those societies are wretched inventions for escape from the right way. There ought not to be an orphan asylum in the kingdom.'