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a moment. Then she remarked: "I'm sure no woman said 'less unique.'" "Why not?" "Now did anyone? Confess!" "What d'you suppose they did say?" "More commonplace." He could not help laughing. "As if you were ever commonplace!" he exclaimed, rather relieved by her manner. "That's not the question. But then Miss Schley's said to be like me not only in appearance but in other ways? Are we really so Siamese?" "I can't see the faintest beginning of a resemblance." "Ah, now you're falling into exaggeration in the other direction." "Well, not in realities. Perhaps in one or two trifling mannerisms--I believe she imitates you deliberately." "I think I must ask her to the house." "Why should you?" "Well, perhaps you might tell me." "I don't understand." "Aren't people saying that the reason I don't ask her is because I am piqued at the supposed resemblance between us?" "Oh, people will say anything. If we are to model our lives according to their ridiculous ideas--" "Well, but we do." "Unless we follow the dictates of our own natures, our own souls." He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "Be yourself, be the woman who sings, and no one--not even a fool--will ever say again that you resemble a nonentity like Miss Schley. You see--you see now that even socially it is a mistake not to be your real self. You can be imitated by a cute little Yankee who has neither imagination nor brains, only the sort of slyness that is born out of the gutter." "My dear Robin, remember where we are. You--a diplomatist!" She put her finger to her lips and got up. "We must look at something or Ashley Greaves will be furious." They made their way into the galleries, which were almost impassable. In the distance Lady Holme caught sight of Miss Schley with Mrs. Wolfstein. They were surrounded by young men. She looked hard at the American's pale face, saying to herself, "Is that like me? Is that like me?" Her conversation with Robin Pierce had made her feel excited. She had not shown it. She had seemed, indeed, almost oddly indifferent. But something combative was awake within her. She wondered whether the American was consciously imitating her. What an impertinence! But Miss Schley was impertinence personified. Her impertinence was her _raison d'etre_. Without it she would almost cease to be. She would at any rate be as nothing. Followed by Robin, Lady Holme made her way slowly towards the Je
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