`` Very hard with Helen , she is so keen , but not a bit so with you , for you are such a confiding soul any one could cheat you . I 've betrayed myself a dozen times , and you never saw it . Ah , it was capital fun to play the forlorn exile , study English , and flirt with my cousin . '' `` It was very base . I should think you 'd be devoured with remorse . Are n't you sorry ? '' `` For one thing . I cropped my head lest you should know me . I was proud of my curls , but I sacrificed them all to you . '' `` Peacock ! Did you think that one glimpse of your black eyes and fine hair would make such an impression that I should recognize you again ? '' `` I did , and for that reason disfigured my head , put on a mustache , and assumed hideous spectacles . Did you never suspect my disguise , Amy ? '' `` No . Helen used to say that she felt something was wrong , but I never did till the other night . '' `` Did n't I do that well ? I give you my word it was all done on the spur of the minute . I meant to speak soon , but had not decided how , when you came out so sweetly with that confounded old cloak , of which I 'd no more need than an African has of a blanket . Then a scene I 'd read in a novel came into my head , and I just repeated it con amore . Was I very pathetic and tragical .
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African Amy English Helen amore cloak curls hair night something