Now let me come to the present time.

Twins are generally alike; one mirrors the other; when they mature, then comes the deviation, perhaps in the color of the hair and the eyes.

Behold! here are two women, but for their hair and eyes were one.

Tell me what you know of the other." He bent forward with subdued eagerness.
"Do you think it possible ?" I cried excitedly.
"Not only possible, but probable.

She is a Princess; at least she should be." Then I told him what I knew about Phyllis.
"America! Born in America! It cannot be." He was baffled.
"I have known her for eight years," said I.