It's really a very striking resemblance.

We were all so fond of Edna." This was the first time that any one except her grandfather had ever spoken to Sylvia of her mother, and the words of these strangers thrilled her strangely and caused the tears to shine suddenly in her eyes.

It was all over in a moment, for Mrs.Martin, seeing Sylvia's trembling lips, changed the subject quickly.
The last guest was just entering,--a tall trapper-like man who crossed the room to Mrs.Owen with a long, curious stride.

He had shaken hands with Professor Kelton, and Mrs.Owen introduced him to the Martins, who by reason of their long absences had never met him before.
"Mr.Ware, this is Sylvia Garrison," said Mrs.Owen.
Sylvia was given then as later to quick appraisements, and she liked the Reverend John Ware on the instant.

He did not look or act or talk in the least like a minister.