Suffering, and the colder spirit of endurance that followed, had rendered her, in a certain sense, obtuse in this direction.
A full-grown, strong woman, had Jessie become suddenly.

The gentle, tenderly-loving, earnest, simple-hearted girl, could never have sustained the part it was hers to play.

Unless a new and more vigorous life had been born in her, she must have fallen.

But now she stood erect, shading her heart from her own eyes, and gathering from principle strength for duty.

Very pure--very true she was.