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           Therewasthepredominantalienwill,whichwasbentupondrawingmetothesideofitsowner,andtherewasthefeeblerprotestingpersonality,whichIrecognizedasbeingmyself,tuggingfeeblyattheovermasteringimpulseasaledterriermightatitschain.Icanrememberrecognizingthesetwoconflictingforces,butIrecallnothingofmywalk,norofhowIwasadmittedtothehouse.Veryvivid,however,ismyrecollectionofhowImetMissPenclosa.Shewasrecliningonthesofainthelittleboudoirinwhichourexperimentshadusuallybeencarriedout.Herheadwasrestedonherhand,andatiger-skinrughadbeenpartlydrawnoverher.ShelookedupexpectantlyasIentered,and,asthelamp-lightfelluponherface,Icouldseethatshewasverypaleandthin,withdarkhollowsunderhereyes.Shesmiledatme,andpointedtoastoolbesideher.Itwaswithherlefthandthatshepointed,andI,runningeagerlyforward,seizedit,—IloathemyselfasIthinkofit,—andpresseditpassionatelytomylips.Then,seatingmyselfuponthestool,andstillretainingherhand,IgaveherthephotographwhichIhadbroughtwithme,andtalkedandtalkedandtalked—ofmyloveforher,ofmygriefoverherillness,ofmyjoyatherrecovery,ofthemiseryitwastometobeabsentasingleeveningfromherside.Shelayquietlylookingdownatmewithimperiouseyesandherprovocativesmile.OnceIrememberthatshepassedherhandovermyhairasonecaressesadog;anditgavemepleasure—thecaress.Ithrilledunderit.Iwasherslave,bodyandsoul,andforthemomentIrejoicedinmyslavery.