Not at all . There could n't be two people more dissimilar . Marian is quite dark . I am fair . And our features are altogether unlike . Why , good evening , Jack . Yes , I believe I did promise you this dance . '' She bowed to me and skimmed away with Jack . I saw Aunt Grace bearing down upon me and fled incontinently . In my own room I flung myself on a chair and tried to think the matter out . Where did the mistake come in ? How had it happened ? I shut my eyes and conjured up the vision of Peter 's room that day . I remembered vaguely that , when I had picked up Dorothy Armstrong 's picture , I had noticed another photograph that had fallen face downward beside it . That must have been Marian Lindsay 's , and Peter had thought I meant it . And now what a position I was in ! I was conscious of bitter disappointment . I had fallen in love with Dorothy Armstrong 's photograph . As far as external semblance goes it was she whom I loved . I was practically engaged to another woman -- a woman who , in spite of our correspondence , seemed to me now , in the shock of this discovery , a stranger .
It was useless to tell myself that it was the mind and soul revealed in those letters that I loved , and XXXXX that mind and soul were Marian Lindsay 's .
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