THREE:"There is a resemblance, my lord," said Oxford: "but it is not likenesses nor assertions that will satisfy meI require proof!"Anne turned away from her father and brother, and walked towards the window. She disliked arguing, she thought it undignified. She was a tall woman, about twenty-eight years old, severely yet rather imposingly dressed, with a clear complexion, grey eyes, and a nose which was called by her friends aquiline, by her enemies hooked. She despised the Squire in his truck with Odiam, yet she was too fair-minded not to see the considerations that weighed him. And even she, as she gazed from the window, at the southward heap of Boarzellstony, gorsy, heather-shagged, and fir-crownedcould not withhold a certain admiration from the man who expected of his own arm and tool to subdue it.
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