"An' what do ye know about the next world, anyway ?" "The praste says there is one," said Mike.
"The priest be hanged! What does he know about it ?" "That's his business," said Mike.

"It's not for the like o' me to answer for the praste." "Well, I wish he was here, in Number Nine, an' we'd see what we could git out of 'im.

I've got to the eend o' my rope." The truth was that Jim was becoming religious.

When his own strong right hand failed in any enterprise, he always came to a point where the possibilities of a superior wisdom and power dawned upon him.

He had never offered a prayer in his life, but the wish for some medium or instrument of intercession was strong within him.