Please God, I shall walk in it." She said it very slowly, and solemnly, and sadly.

Whatever her offense was, she had invested her situation with the dignity of a religious duty.
It was clear that her idea of obedience to God was to do precisely what she was doing.

And this was so deeply impressed upon Amy Waring's mind that she was perplexed how to act.

She knew that if her aunt suspected in her any intention of revealing the secret of her abode, she would disappear at once, and elude all search.

And to betray it while it was unreservedly confided to her was impossible for Amy, even if she had not solemnly promised not to do so.
Observing that Amy meant to say nothing, Lawrence Newt turned to Aunt Martha.
"I will not quarrel with what you say, but I want you to grant me a request." Aunt Martha bowed, as if waiting to see if she could grant it.
"If it is not unreasonable, will you grant it ?" "I will," said she.
"Well, now please, I want you to go next Sunday and hear a man preach whom I am very fond of hearing, and who has been of the greatest service to me." "Who is it ?" "First, do you ever go to church ?" "Always." "Where ?" Aunt Martha did not directly reply.