Lead him home with a sugan the way you'd lead a bleating goat. She will help you, my child. You implore now a moment of earthly life wherein to repent: In vain. As soon as I had done so I used to say to myself: "What will they think of that? Doesn't it betray too much?" It would have been easy to get into a sad, wild tangle about how much I might betray; but the real account, I feel, of the hours of peace that I could still enjoy was that the immediate charm of my companions was a beguilement still effective even under the shadow of the possibility that it was studied.