I _know_ I'm going to be saved.

I feel it, I feel it _here_," and she struck her palm on the breast of the man's red jersey she was wearing.
"Well, I wish _I_ could have such a confidence," answered Vandover, sincerely envying the plain little woman under the ugly blue bonnet.
She seemed as if inspired, her face glowing.

"Only _believe_; that's all," she told him.

"It isn't too late for you now.

Ah," she went on, smiling, "ah, you don't know what it is in a time like this! What a comfort! What a support! Oh, _look, look_!" she cried, breaking off and starting to her feet.