Partly I was master over my actions, and partly I was under an influence which I could not resist.

Strange it may appear, but it is still true, and so while one part of my being or self was realizing to a certain extent the circumstances by which I was surrounded, the other enslaved part trembled and feared at some dreadful future, and felt bound to do what it would fain resist.
This feeling possessed me till we arrived at Temple Hall, when I felt free, and, as if by the wave of some magical wand, Justin Blake was himself again.
Instead of following the ladies into the house, I followed the horses to the stables.

I thought I might see Simon Slowden, who I was sure would be my friend, and was watching Kaffar closely, but I could not catch sight of him.

Herod Voltaire came up to me, however, and hissed in my ear-- "Do you yield to my power now ?" I answered almost mechanically, "No." "But you will," he went on.

"You dared to follow me to yonder lake, but you found you could not ride alone with her.