My life is pinched and starved here.

I feel as old as aunt Silence, and I am only fifteen,--a child she has called me within a few days.

If this is to be a child, what is it to be a woman?
I love you dearly,--and your brother is almost to me as if he were mine.
I love our sweet, patient Bathsheba,--yes, and the old man that has spoken so kindly with me, good Master Gridley; I hate to give you pain,--to leave you all,--but my way of life is killing me, and I am too young to die.

I cannot take the comfort with you, my dear friends, that I would; for it seems as if I carried a lump of ice in my heart, and all the warmth I find in you cannot thaw it out.
I have had a strange warning to leave this place, Olive.

Do you remember how the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph and told him to flee into Egypt?
I have had a dream like that, Olive.