"And in face and form you're the image of my Lucy.

That is why I asked you to tell me where you came from and how you came here." "Ah, you think I'm mad, do you ?" asked the girl, with a quizzical smile.
"Well, I'm not going to satisfy your curiosity, even to prove my sanity; and I'm not anxious to pose as your lost Lucy.

So please pass the sugar and try to be sociable, instead of staring at me as if I scared you." Tom passed the sugar, but he could not eat, nor could he tear himself away from this strange girl's presence.

He tried again to draw her into conversation, but she showed annoyance and resented his persistence.
Presently she went away, giving him an amused smile as she left the room--a smile that made him feel that this was indeed a case of mistaken identity.
In fact, Tom Gates, on sober reflection, knew that the girl could not be Lucy, yet he could not still the yearning in his heart whenever he saw her.

His heart declared that she was Lucy, and his head realized that she could not be.
While he waited in the library for Mr.Forbes to return from Fairview a man was shown into the room and sat down quietly in a corner.
He was a small, lean man, of unassuming appearance, with a thin face and gray eyes set close together.