She gave me a hasty nod and would have passed on, but I arrested her.

Her white face was turned piteously upward and from her expressionless eyes flashed a glance of fear.

I felt myself in a brutal mood.
"Why," I asked, "are you avoiding me as if I were a pestilence ?" She murmured that she was not avoiding me, but was in a hurry.
"I don't believe it," said I."People have been telling you that I am a vile, wicked man who does unspeakable things, and like a good little girl you are afraid to talk to me.

Tell people, the next time you see them, with my compliments, that they are malevolent geese." I lifted my hat and relieving Rosalie of my terrifying presence, walked away in dudgeon.

I felt abominably and unreasonably angry.