She would be too afraid--left to herself.

She would tell herself that it wasn't worth while--that nobody need ever know now.

I could imagine her twisting her little hands together in apprehension as she faced the problem--our secret--then gradually becoming calmer as something whispered in her ear that it was her secret now, and need not be told.

You see, I knew her nature so well.

There are many such natures--gentle souls who shrink from responsibility in a world which, sooner or later, generally sees to it that we are compelled to shoulder the burden of our own acts.
"I was not long in making up my mind.