Her eyes opened wide with a childlike look, more of astonishment than anger.

She was surprised, out of all measure, discountenanced, taken all aback, and when she found her breath, gave voice to a great "Oh" of dismay and distress.
For an instant, Annixter stood awkwardly in his place, ridiculous, clumsy, murmuring over and over again: "Well--well--that's all right--who's going to hurt you?
You needn't be afraid--who's going to hurt you--that's all right." Then, suddenly, with a quick, indefinite gesture of one arm, he exclaimed: "Good-bye, I--I'm sorry." He turned away, striding up the stairs, crossing the dairy-room, and regained the open air, raging and furious.

He turned toward the barns, clapping his hat upon his head, muttering the while under his breath: "Oh, you goat! You beastly fool PIP.

Good LORD, what an ass you've made of yourself now!" Suddenly he resolved to put Hilma Tree out of his thoughts.

The matter was interfering with his work.