There he stood, clean-limbed, clean-faced, firm on his feet, as promising a boy as the sun ever shone on; and, looking at him, knowing all he knew and a little more too, I was as angry as though I had detected him trying to get something out of me by false pretences.

He had no business to look so sound.

I thought to myself--well, if this sort can go wrong like that.

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