Sit down there, on the foot of the bed, only take care you don't shake it, and let me talk to you.

People, you know, say nowadays there ain't any hell--or perhaps none to speak of ?" "I should think the former more likely than the latter," said Mary.
"You don't believe there is any?
I _am_ glad of that! for you are a good girl, and ought to know." "You mistake me, sir.

How can I imagine there is no hell, when _he_ said there was ?" "Who's _he_ ?" "The man who knows all about it, and means to put a stop to it some day." "Oh, yes; I see! Hm!--But I don't for the life of me see what a fellow is to make of it all--don't you know?
Those parsons! They will have it there's no way out of it but theirs, and I never could see a handle anywhere to that door!" "_I_ don't see what the parsons have got to do with it, or, at least, what you have got to do with the parsons.

If a thing is true, you have as much to do with it as any parson in England; if it is not true, neither you nor they have anything to do with it." "But, I tell you, if it be all as true as--as--that we are all sinners, I don't know what to do with it!" "It seems to me a simple thing.

_That_ man as much as said he knew all about it, and came to find men that were lost, and take them home." "He can't well find one more lost than I am! But how am I to believe it?
How can it be true?
It's ages since he was here, if ever he was at all, and there hasn't been a sign of him ever since, all the time!" "There you may be quite wrong.