There is no use attempting to explain by any human reason facts of such majesty and mystery, for how can natural reason explain what is supernatural?
In a rapture of joy Jane walked swiftly home.

She was not conscious of her movements, the solid earth might have been a road of some buoyant atmosphere.

All the world looked grandly different, and she herself was as one born again.

Her servants looked at her in amazement and talked about "the change in Missis," while the work of the household dropped from their hands until old Adam Boothby, the gardener, came in for his dinner.
"She passed me," he said, "as I was gathering berries.

She came from the oak wood, and O blind women that you be, couldn't you see she hed been with God?
The clear shining of His face was over her.