`` 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 ? 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 XXXXX Jack .
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