And sometimes Alice's eyes filled with tears--and then she sighed, as if to sigh the tears away.

But poor Alice, if she grieved, hers was now a silent and a patient grief.
The street was deserted of all other passengers, when a man passed along the pavement on the side opposite to Alice's house.

His garb was rude and homely, between that of a labourer and a farmer; but still there was an affectation of tawdry show about the bright scarlet handkerchief, tied, in a sailor or smuggler fashion, round the sinewy throat; the hat was set jauntily on one side, and, dangling many an inch from the gaily-striped waistcoat, glittered a watch-chain and seals, which appeared suspiciously out of character with the rest of his attire.
The passenger was covered with dust; and as the street was in a suburb communicating with the high-road, and formed one of the entrances into the town, he had probably, after long day's journey, reached his evening's destination.

The looks of this stranger wore anxious, restless, and perturbed.

In his gait and swagger there was the recklessness of the professional blackguard; but in his vigilant, prying, suspicious eyes there was a hang-dog expression of apprehension and fear.