The so-called Christian ministers, even the noblest of them, stirred up the low spirit of party persecution.
She rose suddenly, sweeping back her veil from her face.

"I will go out." She said the words in a clear voice.
A way was made to a back door by the side of the pulpit.

Every one looked at her.

Finney, going on with his preaching, recognised her as she began to push forward, and he faltered, as if seeing the face of one who had arisen from the dead.

The excited audience felt the tremor that passed over its leader; it was the first signal for such obvious nervous affections as frequently befell people under his preaching; before Susannah had reached the door a stalwart man fell as if dead in her path.
There was a groan and a whisper of awe all round.