"There's only one thing that'll purge me," the other continued.
"What's that?"
"Fire."
The girl's eyes darkened.
"Are you afraid?" she asked swiftly.
"Of Hell with a large H?"
She nodded, and he laughed.
"What I've had I've paid for across the counter and got the receipt stamped and signed by the Almighty. No, it's not the fires of Hell; it's the power of the old sun working on my vile body through the ages that'll renew me with beauty and youth in time. Life's eternal, sure enough; but not on the lines the parsons tell us."
A little later she rose to go.
He detained her.