“And the Subject got out of the bath.... And she had been ugly and scarred when she went in, but now she was young and pretty!”
“Impossible!”
“It was the same woman to all appearances, but changed—wonderfully changed. The same pretty brown hair, the same eyes, gray, with long curly black lashes, and the same strange malformation of one finger of the left hand. But no cicatrices, none of the seams and marks that made the other frightful.”
“The other!”
“Did I say the other?”
“Certainly!”
“Then I guess I let the cat out of the bag.”
“Ah, I begin to understand!”
“I thought you’d tumble.”
“There were two women—exactly alike!”