But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze.
'I hope you are not angry with me, sir ?' said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.
'No, no,' replied the old gentleman.

'Why! what's this?
Bedwin, look there!' As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face.

There was its living copy.

The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same.

The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away.