Wait till he has given his order, and then we will go." Waymark examined this mysterious persecutor.

In truth, the countenance was no good one, and a woman might well dislike to have such eyes turned upon her.

It was a strong face; coarse originally, and, in addition to the faults of nature, it now bore the plainest traces of hard living.

As soon as he perceived Waymark and his companion, he fixed them with his eyes, and scarcely looked away as long as they remained in the room.

The girl seemed shrinking under this gaze, though she sat almost with her back to him.