escaped her, expressing
that subtle mixture of the voluptuous and the modest which,
of the many attractive extremes that meet in women, is in a man's
eyes the most irresistible of all.

"Mr. Bashwood!" she exclaimed, in loud, clear tones indicative
of the utmost , "what a  to find you here!
I thought none but the wretched inhabitants ever ventured near
this side of the town. Hush!" she added quickly, in a whisper.
"You heard right when you heard that Mr. Armadale was going to
have me followed and watched. There's a man behind one of the
houses. We must talk out loud of indifferent , and look
as if we had met by accident. Ask me what I am doing. Out loud!
Directly! You shall never see me again, if you don't instantly
leave off trembling and do what I tell you!"

She spoke with a merciless tyranny of eye and voice--with a
merciless use of her power over the feeble creature whom she
addressed. Mr. Bashwood obeyed her in tones that quavered with
, and with eyes that devoured her beauty in a strange
 of wordnetfear and .

"I am trying to earn a little money by teaching music," she said,
in the voice intended