1 They rose expectant: eye and ear waited while the flesh quivered on my bones.
2 I know it is ignoble: a mere fever of the flesh: not, I declare, the convulsion of the soul.
3 The sufferings of this mortal state will leave me with the heavy flesh that now cumbers my soul.
4 Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
5 No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh.
6 Meantime, watch and pray that you enter not into temptation: the spirit, I trust, is willing, but the flesh, I see, is weak.
7 And now I looked much better than I did when Bessie saw me; I had more colour and more flesh, more life, more vivacity, because I had brighter hopes and keener enjoyments.
8 He bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in the day, but continually: every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh in my bones shrank when he came near.
9 He supplicated strength for the weak-hearted; guidance for wanderers from the fold: a return, even at the eleventh hour, for those whom the temptations of the world and the flesh were luring from the narrow path.
10 So happy, so gratified did I become with this new interest added to life, that I ceased to pine after kindred: my thin crescent-destiny seemed to enlarge; the blanks of existence were filled up; my bodily health improved; I gathered flesh and strength.
11 I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are as likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best-born.