The old farmer had believed the solemn words of the impostor.
In dropping me without a word, as if I had been an impostor?
An impostor, a personator, a cheat, and I gave him place and rank.
At that moment he was less like himself than was the impostor who came there to personate him.
I have been left in this room insensible, and the impostor who resembles me—where is he now?