There was a resemblance, but it was very superficial.

That man's face had little in common with yours." "These faint likenesses are not unusual," said Winston, and once more Maud Barrington looked at him steadily.
"No," she said, "of course not.

Well, we will conclude that my fancies ran away with me, and be practical.

What is wheat doing just now ?" "Rising still," said Winston, and regretted the alacrity with which he had seized the opportunity of changing the topic when he saw that it had not escaped the notice of his companion.

"You and I and a few others will be rich this year." "Yes, but I am afraid some of the rest will find it has only further anxieties for them." "I fancy," said Winston, "you are thinking of one." Maud Barrington nodded.