It was not made
less poignant by the sermon from the text: "Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin."
When the words were first announced in the original, it sounded like her
own language, save that it was softer, and her heart throbbed fast. Then
came the interpretation: "Thou art weighed in the balance and found
wanting."
Then suddenly swept over her a new feeling, one she had never felt
before. Up to this point a determination to justify her child, to
reverse the verdict of the world, to turn her husband's sin upon himself,
had made her defiant, even bitter; in all things eager to live up to her
new life, to the standard that Richard had by manner and suggestion,
rather than by words, laid down for her. But now there came in upon her
a flood of despair. At best she was only of this race through one-third
of her parentage, and education and refinement and all things could do no
more than make her possible. There must always be in the record: "She
was of a strange people. She was born in a wigwam.
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