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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 17. A Perfidious Ally (1882)

You've got an idea into your head that I'm a thorough-paced rascal, without a trace of human feeling about me. I daresay I deserve it, I daresay I do; but it's not generous, my boy, for all that. I hope to show you your mistake yet, if you give me the chance. You allow yourself to be prejudiced by the past, that's where you make your mistake. I only put before you clearly and plainly what it was I was giving up in helping you. A fellow may have a hard cynical kind of way of putting things, and yet, take my word for it, Paul, have a heart as tender as a spring chicken underneath.
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 17. A Perfidious Ally (1882)

It is a talisman of the deadliest sort. I'll soon convince you, if you will only hear me out.'
And then, in white-hot wrath and indignation, Mr. Bultitude began to tell the story I have already attempted to sketch here, dwelling bitterly on Dick's heartless selfishness and cruelty, and piteously on his own incredible sufferings, while Uncle Marmaduke, lolling back in his armchair with an attempt (which was soon abandoned) to retain a smile of amused scepticism on his face, heard him out in complete silence and with all due gravity.
Indeed, Paul's manner left him no room for further unbelief.
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 17. A Perfidious Ally (1882)

These words had an extraordinary effect upon Uncle Marmaduke; he turned ashy white, and his quick eyes shifted restlessly as he half rose from his chair and threw away his unfinished cigar.
'You young hound!' he said, breathing hard and speaking under his breath. 'How did you get hold of that—that lying story? Your father must have let it out! Why do you bring up bygones like this? You—you're a confounded, disagreeable little prig!
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