What fills me with fear is this habit you have formed of caressing danger--this childish trifling with something which is still asleep in you--with all that is weak and ignoble.

It is there--it is in all of us--in you, too.

Don't rouse it; it is still asleep--merely a little restless in its slumber--but, oh, Geraldine! Geraldine!--if you ever awake it!--if you ever arouse it to its full, fierce consciousness----" "I won't," said the girl hastily.

"Oh, I won't, I won't, Kathleen, darling.

I do know it's in me--I feel that if I ever let myself go I could be reckless and wicked.