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’
He
’
s
such
a
bounder
underneath
his
veneer
.
.
.
just
waiting
to
bounce
us
.
’
’
I
think
people
have
been
so
unkind
to
him
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Do
you
wonder
?
And
do
you
think
he
employs
his
shining
hours
doing
deeds
of
kindness
?
’
’
I
think
he
has
a
certain
sort
of
generosity
.
’
’
Towards
whom
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
quite
know
.
’
’
Naturally
you
don
’
t
.
I
’
m
afraid
you
mistake
unscrupulousness
for
generosity
.
’
Connie
paused
.
Did
she
?
It
was
just
possible
.
Yet
the
unscrupulousness
of
Michaelis
had
a
certain
fascination
for
her
.
He
went
whole
lengths
where
Clifford
only
crept
a
few
timid
paces
.
In
his
way
he
had
conquered
the
world
,
which
was
what
Clifford
wanted
to
do
.
Ways
and
means
.
.
.
?
Were
those
of
Michaelis
more
despicable
than
those
of
Clifford
?
Was
the
way
the
poor
outsider
had
shoved
and
bounced
himself
forward
in
person
,
and
by
the
back
doors
,
any
worse
than
Clifford
’
s
way
of
advertising
himself
into
prominence
?
The
bitch
-
goddess
,
Success
,
was
trailed
by
thousands
of
gasping
dogs
with
lolling
tongues
.
The
one
that
got
her
first
was
the
real
dog
among
dogs
,
if
you
go
by
success
!
So
Michaelis
could
keep
his
tail
up
.
The
queer
thing
was
,
he
didn
’
t
.
He
came
back
towards
tea
-
time
with
a
large
handful
of
violets
and
lilies
,
and
the
same
hang
-
dog
expression
.
Connie
wondered
sometimes
if
it
were
a
sort
of
mask
to
disarm
opposition
,
because
it
was
almost
too
fixed
.
Was
he
really
such
a
sad
dog
?
