The attested statement of the dying woman showed how she, Ann Whitlock, sick-nurse, while in the employment of Mrs. Malvina Warde, at Green Point, being tempted of the devil, did appropriate to herself certain valuable jewels belonging to the family, and being caught in the act by Mrs. Warde, did thenceforward fall, body and soul, into the power of that lady, who, by threats of prosecution and imprisonment did compel her, Ann Whitlock, to commit great sins. How, to effect her purpose, Mrs. Warde procured for Ann Whitlock, the position of sick-nurse in the Women’s Hospital in the city. How, on the thirtieth of April, 18—, she, Ann Whitlock, being driven of the devil in the shape of Malvina, procured certain drugs to be administered to Emolyn Wyndeworth, then living at Green Point, which drugs hastened the illness of that lady. How, on the morning of the first of May, while it was yet dark, and the household all in bed, she, being secretly admitted by Mrs. Warde to the sick chamber of Emolyn Wyndeworth, had, with the assistance of Malvina Warde, stolen away the new-born, healthy infant daughter of Emolyn Wyndeworth, and secretly conveyed it to the Women’s Hospital, and adroitly changed it for the still-born child of Susan Palmer, a patient in the ward then under her care. How, leaving the living infant by the sleeping woman, she had brought back the dead one and laid it on the bed with Emolyn Wyndeworth. How ever since that fatal night she had so suffered with remorse that nothing but the one thought that Mrs. Warde would certainly have destroyed the living child, if she herself had not substituted the dead one for it, could bring her any comfort; but that she compensated the child for the loss of its real mother by giving her to the best woman she knew in the world, and by being as good to her as she possibly could be. Finally, that she had meant to tell the truth on her deathbed, when she should be out of the power of her demoniac mistress. That was all. Fortunately not a word had been said about the trial. CHAPTER XXXVII. CONCLUSION. Thou art our daughter, never loved as now, Thou gentlest maid, thou child of purity. MATURIN. Fortunately, I say, not a word had been said of the trial which had blighted so many years of Emolyn Wyndeworth’s life. The reading of Ann Whitlock’s confession was followed by a deep silence of some moments, during which nothing was heard but the low sound of Susan Palmer’s weeping. At length Em. arose softly from her seat beside old Commodore Bruce, and went over and seated herself beside Susan, put her arms around the poor woman’s neck, kissed her, and murmured: