I am afraid there is no possibility of hope.

The soul that sinneth, it shall die, and shall not the Judge of all the earth do right ?" Helen sprang to her feet.

"Oh," she cried passionately,--"that is just it,--He does do right! Why, if I thought God capable of sending Tom to hell, I should hate Him." John tried to speak, but she interrupted him.
"We will never talk of this again, never! Believe what you will, dearest,--it does not matter,--but don't speak of it to me, if you love me.

I cannot bear it, John.

Promise me." "Oh, Helen," he said, with tender reproach, "would you have me conceal my deepest life from you?
It would seem like living apart, if there were one subject on which we dared not touch.