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Nan was so unhappy that night that she could not sleep. She was glad that she had a room to herself, for it did not matter how often she tossed from side to side, or how often she turned her pillow, or how often she groaned aloud. Mr. Pryor's words, "There is no middle path," kept ringing over and over in her ears. She thought of her mother, too, and of what her mother would feel if she saw her now -- a little girl surrounded by every kindness, surrounded by luxuries and the good things of life, and yet, because she was afraid, going down and down and down the broad and steep path which led to destruction.
"It means that I will not see mother if I do not tell," thought the child; and then she burst into tears. Towards morning she made up her mind that she would try to overcome her terrors; she would at least see Mr. Pryor and tell him exactly what had happened -- she would tell him the whole truth -- and be guided by his advice.