” “Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. “All these days I have taken her for you. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. ” “No doubt. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to.
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