Martin, having known the taste of excitement, wanted a second draught; having felt the dignity of power, he loathed to relinquish it. Miss Helstone--that girl he had always called ugly, and whose face was now perpetually before his eyes, by day and by night, in dark and in sunshine--had once come within his sphere. It fretted him to think the visit might never be repeated.

Martin, having tasted excitement and power, wanted more. Miss Helstone - that girl he had always called ugly, and whose face was now perpetually before him - had come within his sphere. It fretted him to think the visit might never be repeated.
