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He was a little, pitiful, wizened, herringgutted man, in a flaxen wig, with a weasel's face, brightened by some intellect.

All the vices-perfidy, avarice, debauchery, ambition, flattery-fought within him for the mastery.

He was so consummate a liar that, when taken in the fact, he could brazenly deny it.

Even his wit and knowledge of the world were spoiled, and his affected gaiety was touched with sadness, by the odour of falsehood which escaped through every pore of his body.