I should have bad him begone if the silence had not been interrupted; but now I feared no more for myself; and the milkiness of my nature was curdled into hatred and rancour.

Some one was near, and this enemy of God and man might possibly be brought to justice.

I reflected not that the preternatural power which he had hitherto exerted, would avail to rescue him from any toils in which his feet might be entangled.

Meanwhile, looks, and not words of menace and abhorrence, were all that I could bestow.
He did not depart.

He seemed dubious, whether, by passing out of the house, or by remaining somewhat longer where he was, he should most endanger his safety.