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Sœur Marthe sat fingering her rosary at
the little shrine near the door, lit up by a
solitary candle.
“Who is that candle for?” asked the Doctor.
“For the greatest sinner here,” said the
nun. “He stands now before his Judge. His
heart was full of hatred, his hands were
stained with innocent blood; he needs our
prayers more than anybody else if God is
ever to forgive him his terrible sin.”
“Yes, Sœur Marthe, he needs your prayers,
but whether he needs them more than
anybody else in order to be forgiven, is not known
to us. God judges not in the same way as
we do. He alone knows who is the greatest
sinner.”
“He died with the name of the Evil One
upon his lips,” said the nun.
“There is, I believe, a far greater sin than
that: to live and sin with the name of
God upon your lips. That is, I believe, the
only sin which cannot be forgiven. This
man dared not speak to God; he knew that
he had abandoned his God, and he believed
that God had abandoned him. It is this
fearful thought, the thought that God
has abandoned us, that we call Hell. There
is no other hell.
“All the rest is God’s beautiful earth,
and the whole earth is all filled with His
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