I was eating my dinner beside Jane , who supposed me to be Clark Oliver ! What should I do ? Confess the truth and plead my cause while she had to sit beside me ? That would never do . Someone might overhear us . And , in any case , it would be no passport to Jane 's favor that I was a guest in the house under false pretences . She would be certain to disapprove strongly . It was a maddening situation . Jane , who was calmly eating soup -- she was the only woman I had ever seen who could eat soup and look like a goddess at the same time -- glanced around and caught me studying her profile . I thought she blushed slightly and I raged inwardly to think that blush was meant for Clark Oliver -- Clark Oliver who had told me he thought Jane was smitten on him ! Jane ! On him ! `` Do you know , Mr. Oliver , '' said Jane slowly , `` that you are startlingly like a -- a person I used to know ? When I first saw you the other night I took you for him . '' A person you used to know ! Oh , Jane , that was the most unkindest cut of all . `` My cousin , Elliott Cameron , I suppose ? '' I answered as indifferently as I could . `` We resemble each other very closely . You were acquainted with Cameron , Miss Harvey ? ''
`` Slightly , '' said XXXXX .
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