Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. ” “Very well,” he said. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. In a moment they were in the street outside. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. She had looked forward to an explanation. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. I had left Paris.
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