I was hurrying to the verge of the same gulf, and the same power was exerted to recall my steps.

Was it possible for me not to obey?
Was I capable of holding on in the same perilous career?
Yes.

Even of this I was capable! The intimation was imperfect: it gave no form to my danger, and prescribed no limits to my caution.

I had formerly neglected it, and yet escaped.

Might I not trust to the same issue?
This idea might possess, though imperceptibly, some influence.