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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs Pursuit of the House-Boat — Chapter X

Can you imagine anything worse than ourselves, the phantoms of a glorious romantic past, basely deserted in the streets of a wholly strange, superficial, material city of to-day? What do you think, Elizabeth, would be your fate if, faint and famished, you begged for sustenance at an English door to-day, and when asked your name and profession were to reply, 'Elizabeth, Queen of England'?"
"Insane asylum," said Elizabeth, shortly.
"Precisely. So in Paris with the rest of us," said Cassandra.
"How do you know all this?" asked Trilby, still unconvinced.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs Pursuit of the House-Boat — Chapter X

Kidd himself was not aware of our presence, and his object in taking us to Paris is to leave us stranded there, disembodied spirits, vagrant souls with no familiar haunts to haunt, no place to rest, and nothing before us save perpetual exile in a world that would have no sympathy for us in our misfortune, and no belief in our continued existence.
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Portrait of John Kendrick Bangs John Kendrick Bangs Pursuit of the House-Boat — Chapter X

Certainly he was not drawing upon his imagination there."
"And one might be lost in a very much worse place," put in Marguerite de Valois, "if, indeed, it were possible to lose us in Paris at all. I fancy that I know enough about Paris to find my way about."
"Humph!" ejaculated Cassandra. "What a foolish little thing you are! You don't imagine that the Paris of today is the Paris of your time, or even the Paris of that sweet child Trilby's time, do you? If you do you are very much mistaken.
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