"How do you know ?" His manner was pitying.

"I saw it last night in the way I see things, in my visions, but Emmar she heard from some of the Saints that came from Palmyra that your uncle was sick unto death, and last night the Lord told me he was dead." She rose up suddenly.

She had known too many instances of this man's curious knowledge of distant events to think of doubting.

Her first thought was that if Ephraim was in this trouble she must go to him at once.
"Your aunt will be awful jealous of your cousin now she's only got him." Then under Smith's pitying glance Susannah shrank from the first impulse to go.

She felt that there was something within her that merited his pity.