The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 35: what you’re looking at

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28 The Wreck of the South Pole. ‘Are you not satisfied that I am I? and that you see very flesh and blood °” “But,” I stammered, “this afternoon I saw some one so like you that I thought for a moment that you were she.” “Ah. You have been meeting ladies already, have you? Tell me who this one was. What was her name? Where did you meet her? And was she really anything like me?” “The exact image, and she told me her name was Win- nifred.”’ “That is strange. I must inquire who this double of mine is,” and she laughed it off quite sweetly, although the laugh was the same as my Winnie’s of the afternoon. “But which of the two do you like the better?’ she asked after a moment. “My Winnie of the afternoon,” I replied. “But you are so near alike that I will always confound you.” She looked thoughtful at this, but at the same time pleased, and said: ‘I like your answer, and some day may tell you why.” And that also puzzled me. (E(@) Gomicboo