Mr.Gresley had said all this many times already by his manner, and it had by its vain repetitions lost its novelty.

Mr.Gresley was fortunately not aware of this, for unimaginative persons believe themselves to be sealed books, as hermetically sealed as the characters of others are to themselves.
Hester was very like her brother.

She had the same nose, slightly too long for her small face, the same short upper lip and light hair, only her brother's was straight and hers was crimped, as wet sand is crimped by a placid outgoing sea.

That she had an equally strong will was obvious.

But there the likeness ended.