That was alien to his recollection of the face , yet there was something about it , when taken by itself , that seemed oddly familiar also -- yes , and unpleasantly familiar , although the mouth was a good one -- finely cut and possessing more firmness than was found in all the other features put together . `` It 's a good place for reading , sonny , is n't it ? '' he inquired , more genially than he had spoken to a child for years . In fact , having no children of his own , he so seldom spoke to a child that his voice and manner when he did so were generally awkward and rusty . The boy nodded a quick little nod . Somehow , Turner had expected that nod and the glimmer of a smile that accompanied it . `` What book are you reading ? '' he asked . The boy held it out ; it was an old Robinson Crusoe , that classic of boyhood . `` It 's splendid , '' he said . `` Billy Martin lent it to me and I have to finish it today because Ned Josephs is to have it next and he 's in a hurry for it . '' `` It 's a good while since I read Robinson Crusoe , '' said Turner reflectively . `` But when I did it was on this very shore a little further along below the Miller place . There was a Martin and a Josephs in the partnership then too -- the fathers , I dare say , of Billy and Ned . What is your name , my boy ? '' `` Paul Jameson , sir . '' The name was a shock to Turner . This boy a Jameson -- Neil Jameson 's son ? Why , yes , he had Neil 's mouth . Strange he had nothing else in common with the black-browed , black-haired Jamesons .
What business had a Jameson XXXXX those blue eyes and silvery-golden curls ?
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