He seemed a man upon whom Crime had set its significant mark--and who saw a purse with one eye and a gibbet with the other.
Alice did not note the stranger, until she herself had attracted and centred all his attention.

He halted abruptly as he caught a view of her face--shaded his eyes with his hands as if to gaze more intently--and at length burst into an exclamation of surprise and pleasure.

At that instant Alice turned, and her gaze met that of the stranger.

The fascination of the basilisk can scarcely more stun and paralyse its victim than the look of this stranger charmed, with the appalling glamoury of horror, the eye and soul of Alice Darvil.

Her face became suddenly locked and rigid, her lips as white as marble, her eyes almost started from their sockets--she pressed her hands convulsively together, and shuddered--but still she did not move.