He moved back a pace, and there in the moonlight before Dacre's insolent gaze--he changed.
With a deep breath he straightened himself to the height of a tall man.
The bent contorted limbs became lithe and strong.

The cringing humility slipped from him like a garment.

He stood upright and faced Ralph Dacre--a man in the prime of life.
"That," he said, "is a matter of opinion.

So far as I am concerned, it has cost a damned uncomfortable journey.

But--it will probably cost you more than that." "Great--Jupiter!" said Dacre.
He stood and stared and stared.