“Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate. She had to do her thinking at home—under inspection.
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