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in black named Abigail Wendler began shouting, clapping her hands and crying, "Praise God! Bless his name!"

No one paid any attention to Mrs. Wendler. She was always the first to shout at the protracted meetings, but some person observed that they were certainly going to have a great meeting, as sister Abigail usually didn't shout till about the third night.

Indeed, when the service was over all the congregation filed out with the sense of a great victory stirring in their hearts. Mr. Northcutt squeezed the fat arm of his wife and said:

"What did I tell you, Nannie? I felt God stroke my hair just as plain as I feel your arm, and he spoke to me and said, 'Perry, my son, this meeting will be—'"

"Yes, you told me that before," interrupted Nannie, who required a very fresh miracle from Perry to hold her interest at all.

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