and perhaps some day some dreadful thing would occur ...

a chariot of Fire descend upon the Chapel and some sort of a fierce and hostile God deliver judgment; she only hoped that she would be dead before then.
Meanwhile she and Amy had, undoubtedly, during these last years, increased their influence over him.

He was not aware of it, but as he was growing now older and weaker--he had had trouble with his heart--he inevitably depended more upon them.

The old lady began to count upon her triumph.

Then came Martin's return.
She had forgotten Martin.