this brute's dominion, a great cold wrath filled me, and I drew myself up
to my full height. But--well, one is so used to nodding and smiling in the
street to anybody whom one knows that the action becomes almost
independent of oneself; to prevent it requires a very sharp effort and great
presence of mind. I was miserably aware, as I passed the devil, that I
nodded and smiled to him. And my shame was the deeper and hotter
because he, if you please, stared straight at me with the utmost
haughtiness.
To be cut, deliberately cut, by HIM! I was, I still am, furious
at having had that happen to me.
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Note: I have closed contractions in the text; e.g.,
"does n't" has become "doesn't" etc.
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