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presence. Under the earth sleeps the
spring amidst the seeds of the flowers to come,
and deeper down, under the roots of the
friendly trees, under the beds of the mighty
rivers and in the hollows of the cloud-capped
mountains, are nature’s vast factories and
storehouses, where thousands of humble
lives are toiling night and day for the glory
of God. Over the earth are the stars, and
over the stars are still other stars, and over
them is Heaven. There is no room for hell
anywhere. It is in our darkest thoughts only
that the devil has his realm. No, Sœur
Marthe, this man won’t go to hell; he has
already been there, and God in His mercy
has taken him out of it. He did not die;
it was the devil in him we watched dying
in that charnel-house.”
“I do not understand,” said Sœur Marthe
timidly. “I have never heard anybody
speak like that; I do not know if I ought to
listen to you. How can you not believe in
hell! Don’t you know that even Our Lord
descended into hell to save us from our sins.
Are you . . . are you . . . a Protestant?”
said she, drawing back a little.
“Dear Sister, I do not know what I am,”
said he, “I only know that I believe in the
same God as you, and that I love your
Madonna.”
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