He only leered.

It made his foreign-looking, coarsely handsome face detestable.
"Pig!" exclaimed Virginie Poucette's sister.

"That's a man--well, look out! There's trouble brewing for him.

If he only knew! If suspicion comes out right and it's proved--well, there, he'll jostle the door-jamb of a jail." Jean Jacques stared after the man, and somehow every nerve in his body became angry.

He had all at once a sense of hatred.