“He felt as though he were endowed with a thousand senses — each one keenly alive and sensitive to the smallest touch, and there was a pulsation in his blood that was new and beyond his control — a something that beat wildly in his heart at the sound of Thelma's voice or the passing flutter of the white garments near him.”
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