What was the temptation?
What the secret?
Was it but the low craving of the flesh, or was it some primitive unrest, or craving of the soul, which, clouded and baffled by time and labour and the wear of life, by this means was given the witched medicament--a false freedom, a thrilling forgetfulness?
In ancient days the high, the humane, in search of cure for poison, poisoned themselves, and then applied the antidote.
He hath little knowledge and less pity for sin who has never sinned.
The day came when all these things which other men did in my sight I did--openly.

I drank with them in the taverns--twice I drank.

I met a lass in the way.

I kissed her.

I sat beside her at the roadside and she told me her brief, sad, evil story.