When the _1_ citizens of Reynoldsville finally realized that their forty-cent bottles of miracle sap contained nothing more than licorice extract and whiskey, they formed a lynch mob and searched for the _2_ who had sold the fake elixir. Fortunately, Colonel Britton, the quack they were looking for, had already taken his wagon and quietly left town before dawn. He rode nonstop for a full day until, in his usual routine, he pulled far off the trail and spend a day restocking his miracle sap, occasionally breaking to partake of some himself. Amazed by the beautiful scenery of the Black Hills, Britton didn’t waste his opportunity to bask in the low autumn sun for the remainder of the afternoon. While most of his clientele were desensitized to the beauty of nature after spending harsh lives in it, Britton never once considered his private outings to be _3_, if he didn’t spend a least a few hours enjoying nature every week, he had trouble maintaining his _4_ demeanor whenever he rolled into a new town. If Britton didn’t at least appear to be happy, people were not going to purchase his tonic, whether it was a _5_ or not. His customers were very _6_ about spending their money; if they had even the slightest notion that Britton’s product was a scam, they would not buy it.

Question

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charlatan
naïve
hoax
amicable
levity
fickle
mundane

Answer 1

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Answer 2

charlatan
naïve
hoax
amicable
levity
fickle
mundane