"Is your face exactly like his face, too?
May I judge for myself of the likeness between you?
I can only do it in one way--by my touch." Oscar advanced, and placed a chair for his brother by Lucilla's side.
"She has eyes in the tips of her fingers," he said.

"Sit down, Nugent, and let her pass her hand over your face." Nugent obeyed him in silence.

Now that the first impression of surprise had passed away, I observed that a marked change was beginning to assert itself in his manner.
Little by little, an unnatural constraint got possession of him.

His fluent tongue found nothing to talk about.

His easy movements altered in the strangest way, until they almost became the movements of a slow awkward man.