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The
girl
paused
in
her
operations
,
and
stared
at
me
with
undisguised
surprise
.
“
It
isn
’
t
as
though
you
weren
’
t
so
pretty
that
you
can
afford
to
do
without
it
,
”
I
said
stammeringly
.
“
My
dear
boy
!
I
’
ve
got
to
do
it
.
All
the
girls
do
.
Think
I
want
to
look
like
a
little
frump
up
from
the
country
?
”
She
took
one
last
look
in
the
mirror
,
smiled
approval
,
and
put
it
and
her
vanity
-
box
away
in
her
bag
.
“
That
’
s
better
.
Keeping
up
appearances
is
a
bit
of
a
fag
,
I
grant
,
but
if
a
girl
respects
herself
it
’
s
up
to
her
not
to
let
herself
get
slack
.
”
To
this
essentially
moral
sentiment
,
I
had
no
reply
.
A
point
of
view
makes
a
great
difference
.
I
secured
a
couple
of
porters
,
and
we
alighted
on
the
platform
.
My
companion
held
out
her
hand
.
“
Good
-
bye
,
and
I
’
ll
mind
my
language
better
in
future
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
surely
you
’
ll
let
me
look
after
you
on
the
boat
?
”
“
Mayn
’
t
be
on
the
boat
.
I
’
ve
got
to
see
whether
that
sister
of
mine
got
aboard
after
all
anywhere
.
But
thanks
all
the
same
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
we
’
re
going
to
meet
again
,
surely
?
I
—
”
I
hesitated
.
“
I
want
to
meet
your
sister
.
”
