"You must believe what all Christians believe, if you want to be saved.

You don't feel that you're prepared to die, do you ?" "I felt it a good many times, deacon, when I was in that jail; an' sometimes I half wished I could die right away." "Pshaw!" muttered the deacon.

"You don't understand.

You're groping in darkness.

You don't understand." "That's so, deacon, if you mean I don't understand what you're drivin' at." "Don't you feel Christ in you the hope of glory ?" "I don't know what you mean, deacon ?" "Don't you feel that a sacrifice has been made to atone for your sins ?" "I can't follow you, deacon." "I thought not.