CHAPTER V: A SHAM IS WORSE THAN NOTHING.
At last, after Lancelot had waited long in vain, came his cousin's answer to the letter which I gave in my second chapter.
'You are not fair to me, good cousin.

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but I have given up expecting fairness from Protestants.

I do not say that the front and the back of my head have different makers, any more than that doves and vipers have.