I think Mary, said he hastily –. M^r . Sam.Watson is a very good sort of young man, &I dare say a very clever Surgeon, but tocompare a young Lady to a Man ^hiswhose com::plexion ^{has been rather too}is pr^etty much exposed to all weathers,to make a likeneſs to him very flattering."Mary apologized in some confusion. "She ^haddid not^thoughtthi^nk a strong degree ofLikeneſs at all incom::patible with very different degrees of Beauty. –There might be resemblance in Countenance;& the complexion, & even the features be veryunlike." — "I know nothing of my Brother'sBeauty, said Emma, for I have not seen himsince he was ⁷ten years old –^{but let him be ever}& if you do not^{so plain, I have you know, I have no right to refuse} tell me that he is plain thereforebeing like himbut my father reckons us alike." "M^r . Watson! – cried M^r . Edwardes, Well, youastonish me. — There is not the least likeneſs inthe world; ^{yr .Your brother's}hi^s eyes are grey, yours are brown,^{He has a broadlong1 face, & a wide mouth.} & every feature is different. – My dear, do youperceive the least resemblance?" –––"Not theleast. — Miſs Emma Watson puts me very muchin mind of her eldest Sister, & sometimes I seea look of Miſs Penelope — & once or twice therehas been a glance of M^r . Robert — but I