"...and as the first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for licence. Not that I dreamed of resuscitating Hyde ; the bare idea of that would startle me to frenzy : no, it was in my own person that I was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience."
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