This anguished death-bed was no place for a theological exposition on the mysteries of the Trinity . `` Christ died for you , Naomi . He bore your sins in His own body on the cross . '' `` We bear our own sins , '' said Naomi fiercely . `` I 've borne mine all my life -- and I 'll bear them for all eternity . I ca n't believe anything else . I CA N'T believe God can forgive me . I 've ruined people body and soul -- I 've broken hearts and poisoned homes -- I 'm worse than a murderess . No -- no -- no , there 's no hope for me . '' Her voice rose again into that shrill , intolerable shriek . `` I 've got to go to hell . It ai n't so much the fire I 'm skeered of as the outer darkness . I 've always been so skeered of darkness -- it 's so full of awful things and thoughts . Oh , there ai n't nobody to help me ! Man ai n't no good and I 'm too skeered of God . '' She wrung her hands . Mr. Leonard walked up and down the room in the keenest anguish of spirit he had ever known . What could he do ? What could he say ? There was healing and peace in his religion for this woman as for all others , but he could express it in no language which this tortured soul could understand .
He looked at her writhing face ; he looked at the idiot girl chuckling to herself at the foot XXXXX the bed ; he looked through the open door to the remote , starlit night -- and a horrible sense of utter helplessness overcame him .
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