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He paused with his eyes on her own and then went on with a vibration in his voice : `` I 've imperilled my immortal soul , or at least bemuddled my intelligence , by all the things I do n't care for that I 've tried to do , and all the things I detest that I 've tried to be , and all the things I never can be that I 've tried to look as if I were -- all the appearances and imitations , the pretences and hypocrisies in which I 've steeped myself to the eyes ; and at the end of it -LRB- it serves me right ! -RRB- my reward is simply to learn that I 'm still not half humbug enough ! '' Julia looked away from him as soon as he had spoken these words ; she attached her eyes to the clock behind him and observed irrelevantly : `` I 'm very sorry , but I think you had better go . I do n't like you to stay after midnight . '' `` Ah what you like and what you do n't like , and where one begins and the other ends -- all that 's an impenetrable mystery ! '' the young man declared . But he took no further notice of her allusion to his departure , adding in a different tone : '' ` A man like Mr. Macgeorge ' !