I wouldn't live in that junk-shop if you gave it to me.
But who would have thought she was that kind of looking person?
Though of course I might have known if I had stopped to think once.

It's because the place doesn't express her at all that it's so unlike her.

It couldn't be like anybody, or anything that flies in the air, or creeps upon the earth, or swims in the waters under the earth.

I wonder where in the world she's from; she's no New-Yorker; even we can see that; and she's not quite a country person, either; she seems like a person from some large town, where she's been an aesthetic authority.

And she can't find good enough art instruction in New York, and has to go to Paris for it! Well, it's pathetic, after all, Basil.