I knows in my 'eart as my sins is all hunder the Blood, and it's knowin' that, wot's given 'appiness and the peace which passes all understanding to me ever since I've been a Christian.' 'Glory, glory, hallelujah!' shouted Bundy, and nearly everyone laughed.
'"Christian" is right,' sneered Owen.

'You've got some title to call yourself a Christian, haven't you?
As for the happiness that passes all understanding, it certainly passes MY understanding how you can be happy when you believe that millions of people are being tortured in Hell; and it also passes my understanding why you are not ashamed of yourself for being happy under such circumstances.' 'Ah, well, you'll find it all out when you come to die, mate,' replied Slyme in a threatening tone.

'You'll think and talk different then!' 'That's just wot gets over ME,' observed Harlow.

'It don't seem right that after living in misery and poverty all our bloody lives, workin' and slavin' all the hours that Gord A'mighty sends, that we're to be bloody well set fire and burned in 'ell for all eternity! It don't seem feasible to me, you know.' 'It's my belief,' said Philpot, profoundly, 'that when you're dead, you're done for.

That's the end of you.' 'That's what _I_ say,' remarked Easton.