not believe that even her persecutors really believed in it; and exasperated at what she considered an unauthorized and unlawful interference in her private rights, in compelling her to leave her home and the bedside of her sick child, she assumed a defiant and even contemptuous attitude, to which the sharpness of her foreign tongue gave perhaps additional point.
But Justice Hathorne continued his investigations, which seem to have had little method:
"You may have engaged not to confess your sins."
"I wa' na' brought up to make confessions to men—I am nae papist."
"But God knoweth the heart."
"So he doth—that is a true word, an' I confess my sins to him."
"And who is your God?"
"Surely, the God who made me."
"What is his name?"
"The Lord God Almighty; glory be to his holy name; an' may he keep his servants in the hour o' their trial."
"Hath he no other name?"
