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A sob was strangled in her throat. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him. He made his speech a little elaborately. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. All they left it was the moon and stars. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow.
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