They began to question whether, after all, it was meritorious in them to treat one like her as a sinner beyond forgiveness.

Elder Staples and Deacon Warner were her fast friends.
The Deacon's daughters--the tall, blue-eyed, brown-locked girls you noticed in meeting the other day--set the example among the young people of treating her as their equal and companion.

The dear good girls! They reminded me of the maidens of Naxos cheering and comforting the unhappy Ariadne.
"One mid-winter evening I took Julia with me to a poor sick patient of mine, who was suffering for lack of attendance.

The house where she lived was in a lonely and desolate place, some two or three miles below us, on a sandy level, just elevated above the great salt marshes, stretching far away to the sea.

The night set in dark and stormy; a fierce northeasterly wind swept over the level waste, driving thick snow-clouds before it, shaking the doors and windows of the old house, and roaring in its vast chimney.