"I wouldn't recognize you at noonday in this trim.

Do you know who I took you for until you spoke ?" "Whom ?" "Sir Everard himself.

You're as like him as two peas in that rig, only not so tall." "The cloak and cap are his," Miss Silver answered, "which perhaps accounts--" "No," he said, "there's more than that.

I might put on that cap and cloak, but I wouldn't look like the baronet.

Your voices sound alike, and there's a general air--I can't describe it, but you know what I mean.