human
Now, Father, said the dying man,
gpt
Not so, my son, answered the Priest;
human
Oh! Father, I am dying, and feel that I am a miserable sinner! ejaculated the man, with a feeble voice;
gpt
That may not be, answered the Priest;
human
It was a deed of blood, Father, but I sought not to do it of my own accord; another instigated me to it by bribes which my poverty could not resist, and I swore never to reveal it.
gpt
I have said such oaths are valueless! exclaimed the Priest eagerly.
human
Come, haste, for your last moments are approaching, when you will be consigned to the terrible flames of purgatory, for thousands and thousands of years, without a mass said for the repose of your soul, if you do not go at once to the ever-burning and bottomless pit, among infidels and heretics.