She still wore her girlish cottage bonnet, and as its fashion was, it had slipped backwards upon the amber ringlets that hung upon her neck; but the girlish look was fast passing from the face, the hair parting fell on either side of pale cheeks.
"Oh, as to thet, 's fur as I know, one religion's as good as another," said the politic Biery.
Susannah looked at the fat, bright-eyed man who was no longer looking at her.

"I know" (her voice fell with a strange gentleness through the thickened atmosphere of the room) "that there are many malicious stories abroad about the dishonesty of our people which are not true." But as she went up the stair she remembered that she had heard of no case where reformation of character had been followed by the returning of the fourfold.

Most of these saints of the new sect had before their conversion been, like her husband, already God-fearing and righteous, but in cases where, like their leader, they had been reclaimed from evil courses, had they not been satisfied with offering the present and future to God, leaving the past?
She had heard of no case of restitution such as Finney insisted upon.
Susannah entered the low, wide room in which she lived.

The chimney from the lower room passed up and was always warm.

She went and laid her cold hands against the rough plaster that covered its bricks, and, being tired, she leaned, laying her cheek too against its warm surface.