How about this loving description of a driver who charms Golding in Istanbul, handing him and his companion endearing gifts.  None of which prevented him charging them a pile of dosh for his services. 

His heart was as golden as his teeth, for we had not been in the taxi half a minute before he had presented me with a bunch of violets and Edward with a bag of sweets. 

When was the last time you doled out a bunch of violets or a bag of sweets?  Or both?   Me neither.  Shame on us!

Source: Louis Golding, Good-bye to Ithaca (London: Hutchinson, 1955), p. 30

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