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VII

“Has God got Hell up his sleeve then?” said the little man beside me.

“Is there a Hell?” I asked.

“If you notice,” he said⁠—he peered between the feet of the great angels⁠—“there’s no particular indication of a Celestial City.”

“Ssh!” said a little woman near us, scowling. “Hear this blessed Saint!”