"I know it! I know it," moaned she, turning her head uneasily from side to side. "I'm very wicked. I've spoken very wickedly. Oh! don't be frightened by me and never come again. I would not harm a hair of your head. And," opening her eyes, and looking earnestly at Margaret, "I believe, perhaps, more than yo' do o' what's to come. I read the book o' Revelations until I know it off by heart, and I never doubt when I'm waking, and in my senses, of all the glory I'm to come to."

'I know it!' moaned she. 'I've spoken very wickedly. Oh! don't be frightened by me and never come again. I wouldn't harm a hair of your head. And I believe, perhaps, more than yo' do what's to come. I know the book o' Revelations off by heart, and I never doubt, when I'm in my senses, of all the glory I'm to come to.'
