Now was I doubly strengthened for the night.

There arose at this instant a wild storm-wail, that shrieked for a brief time amid the chimneys, and around the eaves of our dwelling, and then went moaning away, sadly, dying at last in the far distance.
The rain beat heavily against the windows.

But I did not waver, nor seek for reasons to warrant a neglect of duty.

"I must see Mary Jones's baby, and that to-night." I said this to myself, resolutely, by way of answer to the intimidating storm.
Mrs.Jones was a widow, and poor.

She lived full a quarter of a mile away.