Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. ” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. \" She rose to leave the kitchen. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. What’s that?” They both stood listening. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. At once. “How could I, when your sister sings now at the ‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in London?” “The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. “I wouldn’t.
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