"She says not. She just doesn't pretend to be. She says she's the hardest poor working girl in New York. But oh, David--she _looks_ exactly like the _Lady_. She's the prettiest thing. Little and red-haired--just enough of it showed curling around her ears onto her cheek to prove it. She was all in the most perfect gray--French gray--and a lovely fur piece, and one little string of pearls, quite probably real. Her eyes--the girls were simply enchanted by her eyes, they're so _mysterious_." David smiled at the tone i…
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