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"They do not" writes Phil. Kobinson, ''wear their 

 colour with humility or even with common decency. 

 On the contrary they swagger in it, pretending they 

 chose the exact shade for themselves.. In the 

 verandahs they parade the reverend sable which 

 they disgrace ; sleek as Chadband, wily as Pecksniff. 

 Their step is grave, and they ever seem on the point 

 of quoting scripture, while their eyes are wandering 

 towards carnal matters. Like Stiggins, they keep a 

 sharp look out for tea-time, and hanker after flesh 

 pots." 



