"Jerry isn't weak."
"He's human—too human."
"One can be human and still be a philosopher—"
"No."
"But he knows the good from the bad."
"Oh, does he? And if the bad is masquerading? It is always. You think he would recognize it?"
She was speaking in riddles, and yet it seemed to me with a purpose.
"What do you mean, Miss Gore?"
"Merely that such innocence as his is dangerous."
It was an unusual sort of a conversation to be engaged in with a woman I had known but twenty minutes. I think she felt it, too. There was some restraint in her manner, but I realized that her interest in Jerry was driving her, if against her better judgment, with a definite design that would not balk at trifles.