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Jack had not introduced us during the momentary pause beside our table, but as I looked up I caught the fellow's eye on mine—he was glaring at me instead of at Jack, to whom he was talking—with an expression of malignant dislike, as keen evidently as my own. JACK HAD NOT INTRODUCED US DURING THE MOMENTARY PAUSE BESIDE OUR TABLE BUT AS I LOOKED UP I CAUGHT THE FELLOW'S EYE ON MINE HE WAS GLARING AT ME INSTEAD OF AT JACK TO WHOM HE WAS TALKING WITH AN EXPRESSION OF MALIGNANT DISLIKE AS KEEN EVIDENTLY AS MY OWN
ather an unpleasant case, he added. Jack did not ‘care about’ the fellow, he told me, as he went on with his tender wing of grouse.” Ericssen paused to relight his pipe a moment. “Not care about him!” he continued. “It didn’t surprise me, for my own feeling, the instant I set eyes on[78] the fellow, was one of violent, instinctive dislike that amounted to loathing. Loathing! No. I’ll give it the right word—hatred. I simply couldn’t help myself; I hated the man from the very first go off. A wave of repulsion swept over me as I followed him down the room a moment with my eyes, till he took his seat at a distant table and was out of sight. Ugh! He was a big, fat-faced man, with an eyeglass glued into one of his pale-blue cod-like eyes—out of condition, ugly as a toad, with a smug expression of intense self-satisfaction on his jowl that made me long to—— “I leave it to you to guess what I would have liked to do to him. But the instinctive loathing he inspired in me had another aspect, too. ENDED HIM IN SOME FINANCIAL CASE OR OTHER RATHER AN UNPLEASANT CASE HE ADDED JACK DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FELLOW HE TOLD ME AS HE WENT ON WITH HIS TENDER WING OF GROUSE ERICSSON PAUSED TO RELATE HIS PIPE A MOMENT NOT CARE ABOUT HIM HE CONTINUED IT DIDN'T SURPRISE ME FOR MY OWN FEELING THE INSTANT I SET EYES ON THE FELLOW WAS ONE OF VIOLENT INSTINCTIVE DISLIKE THAT AMOUNTED TO LOATHING LOATHING NO I'LL GIVE IT THE RIGHT WORD HATRED I SIMPLY COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I HATED THE MAN FROM THE VERY FIRST GO OFF A WAVE OF REPULSION SWEPT OVER ME AS I FOLLOWED HIM DOWN THE ROOM A MOMENT WITH MY EYES TILL HE TOOK HIS SEAT AT A DISTANT TABLE AND WAS OUT OF SIGHT AH HE WAS A BIG FAT FACED MAN WITH AN EYEGLASS GLUED INTO ONE OF HIS PALE BLUE COD LIKE EYES OUT OF CONDITION UGLY AS A TOAD WITH A SMUG EXPRESSION OF INTENSE SELF SATISFACTION ON HIS JOWL THAT MADE ME LONG TO I LEAVE IT TO YOU TO GUESS WHAT I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO DO TO HIM BUT THE INSTINCTIVE LOATHING HE INSPIRED IN ME HAD ANOTHER ASPECT TOO
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