I thought her sweet and beautiful, as Rebecca of old, at her father's fountain.

She was about leaving, when Mr.Richardson said to her, it was a foul shame for one like her to give heed to the ranting of the Quakers, and bade her be a good girl, and come to the meeting.
"Nay," said she, "I have been there often, to small profit.

The spirit which thou persecutest testifieth against thee and thy meeting." Sir Thomas jestingly asked her if the spirit she spoke of was not such an one as possessed Mary Magdalen.
"Or the swine of the Gadarenes ?" asked Mr.Richardson.
I did smile with the others, but was presently sorry for it; for the young maid answered not a word to this, but turning to Rebecca, she said, "Thy father hath been hard with us, but thou seemest kind and gentle, and I have heard of thy charities to the poor.

The Lord keep thee, for thou walkest in slippery places; there is danger, and thou seest it not; thou trustest to the hearing of the ear and the seeing of the eye; the Lord alone seeth the deceitfulness and the guile of man; and if thou wilt cry mightily to Him, He can direct thee rightly." Her voice and manner were very weighty and solemn.

I felt an awe come upon me, and Rebecca's countenance was troubled.