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“
When
last
I
saw
you
,
the
day
before
yesterday
,
you
were
trotting
home
to
England
like
a
good
little
boy
.
Have
they
given
you
a
season
ticket
to
and
fro
,
on
the
strength
of
your
M
.
P
.
?
”
I
ignored
the
end
of
the
speech
.
“
When
last
I
saw
you
,
”
I
said
,
“
you
were
trotting
home
with
your
sister
,
like
a
good
little
girl
.
By
the
way
,
how
is
your
sister
?
”
A
flash
of
white
teeth
rewarded
me
.
“
How
kind
of
you
to
ask
!
My
sister
is
well
,
I
thank
you
.
”
“
She
is
here
with
you
?
”
“
She
remained
in
town
,
”
said
the
minx
with
dignity
.
“
I
don
’
t
believe
you
’
ve
got
a
sister
,
”
I
laughed
.
“
If
you
have
,
her
name
is
Harris
!
”
“
Do
you
remember
mine
?
”
she
asked
,
with
a
smile
.
