" "And to his uncle?" I was incisive. What must it be, then, to bear the manifold tortures of hell for ever? For ever! For all eternity! Not for a year or for an age but for ever. I got, so far as the immediate moment was concerned, away; I came straight out of the churchyard and, thinking hard, retraced my steps through the park. It was all thick slabs of slate and water trickled all day out of tiny pinholes and there was a queer smell of stale water there.
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