I made a mental calculation, and decided that the man's age would fit Micky, and in the indescribableness of the colour of his clothes and his complexion he was undoubtedly like Biddy, but if they had been born in different worlds the expression of his eyes could not have been more different.

I had the clearest remembrance of hers.
One does not so often look into the eyes of a stranger and see genuine feeling that one should forget it.

For the rest of him, I was glad that Biddy had allowed that there was no similarity "betwixt us." He had a low forehead, a broad nose, a very wide mouth, full of very large teeth, and the humorous twinkle in his eye did not atone for the complete absence of that steady light of honest tenderness which shone from Biddy's as freely and fearlessly as the sun shines.

He served Dennis and Alister and turned to me.
"Have you a mother in Liverpool ?" I asked, before he had time to ask me which "pop" I wanted.
As I have said, his mouth was big, but I was almost aghast at the size to which it opened, before he was able to say, "Murther and ages! Was ye there lately?
Did ye know her ?" "Yes; I know her." "And why would ye be standing there with the cold pop, when there's something better within?
Come in, me boy.

So you're acquainted with my mother?
And how was she ?" "No, thank you, I don't drink spirits.