He remembered that he had heard stories about the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. "I yield to fate. Not us. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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