I knew it was that horrid man.

And then I wondered what you'd say; and I thought, oh, how you _would_ scold! And then I knew that this horrid man would chase me away from Italy; and then I would have to go to Turkey, and have my life saved by a Mohammedan.

And that was horrid.
"Well, at last he stopped and laid me down.

He was very gentle, though he was so big.

I kept my eyes shut, and lay as still as a mouse, hoping that Ethel would come.