“That will do.”
Ruth was led back to the bench, and the woman next to her brought forward. This was a heavier person, with the figure and step of a matured woman. Upon removing her bonnet she showed the plain face of a woman of forty, and it was striking only in that strange, stony aloofness noted in the older men. Here, Shefford thought, was the real Mormon, different in a way he could not define from Ruth. This woman seated herself in the chair and calmly faced her prosecutors. She manifested no emotion whatever. Shefford remembered her and could not see any change in her deportment. This trial appeared to be of little moment to her and she took the oath as if doing so had been a habit all her life.
“What is your name?” asked Judge Stone, glancing up from a paper he held.
“Mary Danton.”
“Family or married name?”
“My husband's name was Danton.”
“Was. Is he living?”
“No.”
“Where did you live when you were married to him?”
“In St. George, and later here in Stonebridge.”