His pride in his own sin, his loveless awe of God, told him that his offence was too grievous to be atoned for in whole or in part by a false homage to the All-seeing and All-knowing. Someone else told a story not particularly effective, which I saw he was not following. O, what agony then for the miserable sinners! Friend is torn apart from friend, children are torn from their parents, husbands from their wives. He inclined his head, closed his eyes, and, licking his lips profusely, began to speak with the voice of the hotel keeper.