What's the difference?
The price is the same, and you keep your eyes shut and play the Seigneur, and eat and drink what they give you just the same." Now the Seigneur understood.

His eyes went blind for a moment, and his hands twitched convulsively on the embossed address he had been rolling and unrolling.

A terror, a shame, a dreadful cruelty entered into him, but he was still and numb, and his tongue was thick.

He spoke heavily.
"Tell me all," he said.

"You shall be well paid." "I don't want your money.