Can you help me ? '' `` If I can not , God can , '' said Mr. Leonard gently . He felt himself very helpless and inefficient before this awful terror and frenzy . He had seen sad death-beds -- troubled death-beds -- ay , and despairing death-beds , but never anything like this . `` God ! '' Naomi 's voice shrilled terribly as she uttered the name . `` I ca n't go to God for help . Oh , I 'm skeered of hell , but I 'm skeereder still of God . I 'd rather go to hell a thousand times over than face God after the life I 've lived . I tell you , I 'm sorry for living wicked -- I was always sorry for it all the time . There ai n't never been a moment I was n't sorry , though nobody would believe it . I was driven on by fiends of hell . Oh , you do n't understand -- you CA N'T understand -- but I was always sorry ! '' `` If you repent , that is all that is necessary . God will forgive you if you ask Him . '' `` No , He ca n't ! Sins like mine ca n't be forgiven . He ca n't -- and He wo n't . '' `` He can and He will . He is a God of love , Naomi . ''
`` No , '' said XXXXX with stubborn conviction .
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