What you said was a comfort, ma'am, but 'twasn't true.
'Twasn't religion.

It's in the Bible that there's a hell, and there's no use sayin' there isn't; sayin' there isn't won't keep us from it, Elder Dean says, and I guess he's about right.

I'm sure I'm much obliged to you, ma'am; but I'm a Christian woman myself, and I can't deny religion." There was no use arguing; custom and a smattering of logic settled her convictions, and no reasoning could move her dreary hopelessness.
Helen told John of it, her head resting on his breast, and comforted by his mere presence.

"I know you believe in hell," she ended, "but, oh, John, it is so horrible!" He stroked her hair softly.

"I am afraid, dearest," he said, "Mrs.Davis is right.