The cataract might inspire her with dread, standing as it did for death and disaster, but the maelstrom was not to be resisted.

She was helpless in it, unequal to breasting such strong waters, she who in all her futile, charming life had been borne snugly in safe crafts that were steered by others.
Remained but to choose her confidant.

Nature suggested Terence.

But it was against Terence in particular that she had been warned.

Circumstance now offered Sylvia Armytage.