Let us talk about yourself.

Where do you come from ?" It occurred to me again that I was intensely unacquainted with her type.
Here was the same smile--as far as I could see, exactly the same smile.
There are fine shades in smiles as in laughs, as in tones of voice.

I seemed unable to hold my tongue.
"Where do you come from ?" I asked.

"You must belong to one of the new nations.

You are a foreigner, I'll swear, because you have such a fine contempt for us.