It was quite as bad as he had expected.
"Now, I shall tell you something," he said, "that will be news to you.
You are not buying a Velasquez.

It is no more a Velasquez than this hair oil is a real cocktail.

It is a bad copy, worth a few dollars." "How dare you!" shouted Faust.

"Are you mad ?" The face of the German turned crimson with rage.
"Who is this insolent one ?" he sputtered.
"I will make you a sporting proposition," said Philip.

"You can take it, or leave it.