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"

I

used

to

come

out

here

alone

at

night

,

oh

,

three

months

ago

,

and

I

always

stopped

at

that

cross-road

we

just

passed

.

There

were

the

woods

looming

up

ahead

,

just

as

they

do

now

,

there

were

dogs

howling

and

the

shadows

and

no

human

sound

.

Of

course

,

I

peopled

the

woods

with

everything

ghastly

,

just

like

you

do

;

do

n't

you

?

"

"

I

do

,

"

Amory

admitted

.

"

Well

,

I

began

analyzing

it

--

my

imagination

persisted

in

sticking

horrors

into

the

dark

--

so

I

stuck

my

imagination

into

the

dark

instead

,

and

let

it

look

out

at

me

--

I

let

it

play

stray

dog

or

escaped

convict

or

ghost

,

and

then

saw

myself

coming

along

the

road

.

That

made

it

all

right

--

as

it

always

makes

everything

all

right

to

project

yourself

completely

into

another

's

place

.

I

knew

that

if

I

were

the

dog

or

the

convict

or

the

ghost

I

would

n't

be

a

menace

to

Burne

Holiday

any

more

than

he

was

a

menace

to

me

.

Then

I

thought

of

my

watch

.

I

'd

better

go

back

and

leave

it

and

then

essay

the

woods

.

No

;

I

decided

,

it

's

better

on

the

whole

that

I

should

lose

a

watch

than

that

I

should

turn

back

--

and

I

did

go

into

them

--

not

only

followed

the

road

through

them

,

but

walked

into

them

until

I

was

n't

frightened

any

more

--

did

it

until

one

night

I

sat

down

and

dozed

off

in

there

;

then

I

knew

I

was

through

being

afraid

of

the

dark

.

"

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Lordy

,

"

Amory

breathed

.

"

I

could

n't

have

done

that

.

I

'd

have

come

out

half-way

,

and

the

first

time

an

automobile

passed

and

made

the

dark

thicker

when

its

lamps

disappeared

,

I

'd

have

come

in

.

"

"

Well

,

"

Burne

said

suddenly

,

after

a

few

moments

'

silence

,

"

we

're

half-way

through

,

let

's

turn

back

.

"

On

the

return

he

launched

into

a

discussion

of

will

.

"

It

's

the

whole

thing

,

"

he

asserted

.

"

It

's

the

one

dividing

line

between

good

and

evil

.

I

've

never

met

a

man

who

led

a

rotten

life

and

did

n't

have

a

weak

will

.

"

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How

about

great

criminals

?

"

"

They

're

usually

insane

.

If

not

,

they

're

weak

.

There

is

no

such

thing

as

a

strong

,

sane

criminal

.

"

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