Yes, the resemblance was even greater than in the photograph.

She was a little taller and more heavily built than Jenny, and it was not Jenny's voice; but for the rest, she _was_ Jenny.

The fascination of watching her was terrible.

It seemed impossible that one form could so mockingly resemble another, and yet be so hopelessly someone else.

Theophil could hardly bring himself to believe that the woman yonder with Jenny's eyes and mouth and hair had never even heard of Jenny's name.