This is the de profundis, one of the great penitential hymns of the Christian Church

When the long, hot journey drew to its end and the train slowed down for the last time, there was a stir in Jessamy’s carriage. People began to shake crumbs from their laps and tidy themselves up a little.

I hope that fire from heaven consumes your Maineish haven, and you have to come back to New York, that awful place.

[…] many of them still believe god exists, but that he has let them down and so they keep their belief in his existence, but no longer worship him (and even hate him). ie rather than switching to atheism, they switch from eutheism to dystheism (although they may incorrectly call themselves atheist).