You--you knew I was a twin, didn't you ?" "A which ?" "A twin.

Probably you didn't know it, but I used to have a twin sister, Medora, that died when she was only nineteen.

She and I looked alike, and were alike, in most everything.

We thought the world of each other, used to be together daytimes and sleep together nights.

And she used to--er--well, she was different from me in one way--she couldn't help it, poor thing--she used to snore something dreadful.