There are no contraries or admixtures of any kind to temper or soften in the least the pains of hell. " "I quite understand your feeling," I hastened to reply; but I thought it, after an instant, not opposed to this concession to pursue: "Did she die here?" "No--she went off. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. I was confronted at last, as never yet, with all the risk attached even now to sounding my own horrid note.