`` He had one of mine before he was burned out . How is he ? '' `` Peter ? Oh , he 's well , '' I replied vaguely . I was thinking a hundred words to the second , but my thoughts arrived nowhere . I was staring at Miss Armstrong like a man bewitched . She must have thought me a veritable booby . `` Oh , by the way -- can you tell me -- do you know a Miss Lindsay in Croyden ? '' Miss Armstrong looked surprised and a little bored . Evidently she was not used to having newly introduced young men inquiring about another girl . `` Marian Lindsay ? Oh , yes . '' `` Is she here tonight ? '' I said . `` No , Marian is not going to parties just now , owing to the recent death of her aunt , who lived with them . '' `` Does she -- oh -- does she look like you at all ? '' I inquired idiotically . Amusement glimmered but over Miss Armstrong 's boredom . She probably concluded that I was some harmless lunatic . `` Like me ?
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