The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Ennison listened, and he forgot where he was. “But your hair,” he gasped. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. ” “Okay.
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