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Miss Kildare gave a shrug to her shoulders. "Yes," she said, "I suppose it is a different me. I've got my hair done up, and longer skirts, and all the rest of it. In fact, like the young person in the book, I've growed. But I don't see that you have altered much, except that you're just a tiny-iny bit crows-footy about the eyes. You haven't even grown a mustache, as I always wanted you to do."
"Didn't know I was going to meet you, or I might have spared my razor."