As for the girl, to all intents and, in everyone else's eyes, she was my sister.

I cannot say I disliked having her for my sister, either.

I stood looking down upon them and felt less alone than I had done for many years.
A minute scuffle of the shortest duration was taking place beside me.
There were a couple of men at my elbow.

I don't in the least know what they were--perhaps marquises, perhaps railway employees--one never can tell over there.

One of them was tall and blond, with a heavy, bow-shaped red moustache--Irish in type; the other of no particular height, excellently groomed, dark, and exemplary.