They were very numerous, but they did not know each other.

Sometimes they met out in the world and were suspicious of each other, but each continued on her special mission, pushed in different directions by an omnipotent and hidden force.
She showed him some portraits that were taken a few years before.
Ulysses was slow to recognize her as a slim Japanese young girl, clad in a dark kimono.
"It is I when I was over there.

It was to our interest to know the real force of that nation of little men with rat-like eyes." In another portrait she appeared in short skirt, riding boots, a man's shirt, and a felt cowboy hat.
"That was from the Transvaal." She had gone to South Africa in company with other German women of the "service" in order to sound the state of mind of the Boers under English domination.
"I've been everywhere," she affirmed proudly.
"In Paris, too ?" questioned the sailor.
She hesitated before answering, but finally nodded her head....

She had been in Paris many times.

The outbreak of the war had found her living in the Grand Hotel.