After having read its contents, he became convinced that it was for the good of Susannah's own soul that it should not go.
The ground about Quincy had been drained; the town was comparatively healthy; in a few days more some two thousand of the fugitives felt again the pulse of life in their veins.

Then they looked abroad and clasped every man the hand of his neighbour, and said "Thanks be to God," and even embraced one another in the joy of relief.

History often shows how exuberant is the joy of human nature at escape, and that the impulse of joy is almost one with the impulse of affection.

At the abatement of the London plague we see Britons kiss each other in the streets, and at the relief of besieged towns, in our own day, staid persons have caressed one another, unmindful of what they did.

So it was now with the members of this driven sect.