Herman Melville - The Confidence-Man (Chap. 31) lyrics

A METAMORPHOSIS MORE SURPRISING THAN ANY IN OVID. "In want of money!" pushing back his chair as from a suddenly-disclosed man-trap or crater. "Yes," naïvely a**ented the cosmopolitan, "and you are going to loan me fifty dollars. I could almost wish I was in need of more, only for your sake. Yes, my dear Charlie, for your sake; that you might the better prove your noble, kindliness, my dear Charlie." "None of your dear Charlies," cried the other, springing to his feet, and bu*toning up his coat, as if hastily to depart upon a long journey. "Why, why, why?" painfully looking up. "None of your why, why, whys!" tossing out a foot, "go to the devil, sir! Beggar, impostor!—never so deceived in a man in my life."