I know what is good and what is bad.

I must have been taught these things once.

But I am as likely to do evil as good, and this recklessness has begun, in the last few days, to worry me.
"Then I met a young man here--he says his name is Tom Gates--who called me his dear Lucy, and said I used to love him.

I laughed at him at first, for it seemed very absurd and I do not want him to love me.

But then he proved to me there was some truth in his statement.