He hated them.

A dull rage was in his heart.

As they turned a corner, a woman yelled something at them from an open door, and two men ran after the hansom for about a hundred yards.

The driver beat at them with his whip.
It is said that passion makes one think in a circle.

Certainly with hideous iteration the bitten lips of Dorian Gray shaped and reshaped those subtle words that dealt with soul and sense, till he had found in them the full expression, as it were, of his mood, and justified, by intellectual approval, passions that without such justification would still have dominated his temper.