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"
They
go
to
hell
,
"
was
my
ready
and
orthodox
answer
.
"
And
what
is
hell
?
Can
you
tell
me
that
?
"
"
A
pit
full
of
fire
.
"
"
And
should
you
like
to
fall
into
that
pit
,
and
to
be
burning
there
for
ever
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
"
What
must
you
do
to
avoid
it
?
"
I
deliberated
a
moment
;
my
answer
,
when
it
did
come
,
was
objectionable
:
"
I
must
keep
in
good
health
,
and
not
die
.
"
"
How
can
you
keep
in
good
health
?
Children
younger
than
you
die
daily
.
I
buried
a
little
child
of
five
years
old
only
a
day
or
two
since
,
--
a
good
little
child
,
whose
soul
is
now
in
heaven
.
It
is
to
be
feared
the
same
could
not
be
said
of
you
were
you
to
be
called
hence
.
"
Not
being
in
a
condition
to
remove
his
doubt
,
I
only
cast
my
eyes
down
on
the
two
large
feet
planted
on
the
rug
,
and
sighed
,
wishing
myself
far
enough
away
.
"
I
hope
that
sigh
is
from
the
heart
,
and
that
you
repent
of
ever
having
been
the
occasion
of
discomfort
to
your
excellent
benefactress
.
"
