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The night came that drew him out upon his second venture, and as he walked the dark street he felt in himself a great resemblance to a cat -- a certain supple, swinging litheness. His muscles were rippling smoothly and sleekly under his spare, healthy flesh -- he had an absurd desire to bound along the street, to run dodging among trees, to turn "cart-wheels" over soft grass.
It was not crisp, but in the air lay a faint suggestion of acerbity, inspirational rather than chilling.