Your ma won't die, not even with his corn-sweats to waft her on to glory.

You done your duty to-night like one of Fox's martyrs, and like George Washi'ton with his little cherry-tree and hatchet.

And you'll git your reward, if not in the next world, you'll have it in this." Julia lay down awhile, and then sat up, looking out into the darkness.
Perhaps God was angry with her for loving August; perhaps she was making an idol of him.

When Julia came to think that her love for August was in antagonism to the love of God, she did not hesitate which she would choose.

All the best of her nature was loyal to August, whom she "had seen," as the Apostle John has it.