\"Man！man！\"shecontinued，\"thosewerethedays！andthosewerethemen！Ihaveheardsuchpreachingaswouldcauseyourhearttoquakewithinyou，andmakeyoutolistenwiththefearofdeathuponyoulestitshouldstop。\"
\"Itmusthavebeenterriblepreaching，indeed，\"saidBrownsoftly。
\"Terrible！ay，terrible’stheword。Lad，lad，\"saidtheoldlady，turninguponBrownherpiercingblue—greyeyes，\"intheoldMullinChurchIhaveseentheveryraftersthrobbing，andstrongmenandwomenswayinglikethetree—topsintheglenwhileBurnswasragingforthuponthemliketheTummelinspate，whilevisionsoftheeternalthings——thethroneofGodandtheJudgmentDay——filledoureyes。\"Shepausedafewmomentsandthensinkingbackintoherchairshewenton，\"Ay，terriblepreaching，yon，likethestorm—blastsweepingthehillsidesandrendingthefirsinthePass。Yes！yes！
Butgentleattimesandwinning，liketherainfallingsoftatnight，wooingatthebluebellsandthedaisiesintheglen，orlikeamothercrooninoverthebabeatherbreast，tillmenweptforloveandlongingafterHimself。Ay，lad，lad，yonwasthepreaching。\"
Therewasalongsilencewhiletheywaitedforhertocontinue。