For him there was no hope.

He shook his head to the girl but sank into the nearest seat and on to his knees.
"He repents!" the girl called out.

"Some day he will come! Brothers and sisters, we will pray for him." The rain dashed against the windows.

The only other sound from outside was the clanging of the street cars.

The girl's voice, frenzied, exhorting, almost hysterical, pealed out to the roof.