THE MUTABLE MANY     

       A Novel     

       By Robert Barr     

       Second Edition     

  

       “For the imitable, rank-scented many, let them 

 Regard me as I do not flatter, and 

 Therein behold themselves? 

       CORIOLANUS.     

       London: Frederick A. Stokes Company     

       1896     

  

  

       He that trusts you,     

       Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;     

       Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no,     

       Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,     

       Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,     

       To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him     

       And curse that justice did it.     

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