He said nothing for a minute and then, "They've covered me with the tar and emptied a feather-bed on me.

If ye'd have the goodness to tell Brother Johnson to come out to me, Mrs.
Halsey--" "They have hurt you other ways," she said tremulously, "you are bruised." "A man don't like to own up to having been flogged, ye see; but Peter and Paul and all of _them_ had to stand it in their time, so I don't know why a fellow like me need be shamefaced over it.

But if you'd be good enough, Mrs.Halsey, to go and tell Emmar that I ain't much hurt, and send Brother Johnson out with some clothes or a blanket--" He stopped without adding that he would feel obliged.

As she went she heard him say with another sort of unsteadiness in his tone, "It's real kind of you to care for me that much." In her excitement she did not know that she was weeping bitterly until she found herself surrounded by other shuddering and weeping women in Emma's room; for other of the converts in Hiram, hearing of the violence abroad, had crept to this house for mutual safety and aid.
It is the low, small details of physical discomfort that make the bitterest part of the bread of sorrow.

Now and afterwards, through all the persecutions in which she shared, Susannah often felt this.