I don’t see what you can have to say. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. You have to see her to understand. “Great dears!” said Capes, as the vehicle passed out of sight.
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