She raised herself up stiff and chilly.

She looked back upon her dream, at first with confusion and then with contempt.

She lit her lamp and the present was around her again.
"No, I will not go," she said to herself.

The words had been conned in her fit of rudeness to Sophia Rexford that day, but now they had a wider meaning.
All sweet influences sent out from Heaven to plead with human hearts withdrew for the time, for--such an awful thing is life--we have power to repulse God..