But I'm an old woman, I am, and I've never had time to be a young one, and I've never had a beau nor nothing." "It seems now, Jemima, as if the Lord was dealing a bit hard with you; but never you fret yourself; He'll explain it all and make it all up to you in His own good time." "I only hope He may, Mr.Bateson." "My lass, do you remember how Saint Paul said, 'From henceforth let no man trouble me, for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus'?
Now it seems to me that all the gray hairs and the wrinkles and the roughness that come to us when we are working for others and doing our duty, are nothing more nor less than the marks of the Lord Jesus." "That's a comfortin' view of the matter, I don't deny." "There are lots o' men in this world, Jemima, and still more women, who grow old before their time working for other people; and I take it that when folks talk o' their wrinkles, the Lord says, 'My Name shall be in their foreheads'; and when folks talk o' their gray hairs, He says, 'They shall walk with Me in white: for they are worthy.' And why do we mark the things that belong to us?
Why, so as we can know 'em again and can claim 'em as our own afore the whole world.

And that's just why the Lord marks us: so as all the world shall know as we are His, and so as no man shall ever pluck us out of His Hand." Jemima looked gratefully up at the kindly prophet who was trying to comfort her.

"Law! Mr.Bateson, that's a consolin' way of looking at things, and I only hope as you're right.

But all the same, I'd have liked to have had a beau of my own just for onst, like other gells.

I dessay it's very wicked o' me to feel like this, and it's enough to make the Lord angry with me; but it don't seem to me as there's anything in religion that quite makes up for never havin' had a beau o' your own." "The Lord won't be angry with you, my lass; don't you fear.