`` 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 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 XXXXX day .
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