But not very like you," said John, scarcely knowing what he said.
He was strangely moved and touched by her evident confidence in his sympathy, though his artistic tastes were outraged by the two portraits she asked him to admire.

He reflected that women were very extraordinary creatures; ready to be pleased with anything Providence might care to bestow upon them in the shape of a child, even cross-looking boys with long noses and small eyes.

The heir of Barracombe resembled his aunts rather than his parents.
"He is a thorough Crewys; not a bit like me.

All the Setouns are fair, I believe.

Peter is very dark.