Was this the vague resemblance that had baffled him ever since he had entered the room?
"To tell the truth," said Stephen frankly, "the fellow strikes me as particularly obnoxious; but I may be prejudiced." "I think you are," responded Vetch.

"I owe Gershom a great deal.

He was useful to me once, and I recognize my debt; but the fact remains, that I don't owe him or any other man the shirt on my back!" As he met Stephen's glance he lowered his voice, and added in a tone of boyish candour that was very winning in spite of his colloquial speech: "I like your face, and I'm going to talk frankly to you." "You may," replied the young man impulsively.

It was impossible to resist the human quality, the confiding friendliness, of the Governor's manner.

The chances were, he said to himself, that the whole thing was mere burlesque, one of the successful sleight-of-hand tricks of the charlatan.