“I don’t mean simply intensity of sensation. "Here's a door," remarked Ireton, when he got to that nearest the leads, "which I could have sworn would have resisted anything. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours.
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