Look at him." "Now, Kitty, I think you're unkind.

You _know_ I don't want to look at him; I don't want to see him.

I don't care who he is--the great, big, ugly, old horrid! And if you say any thing more, I'll go home." Mrs.Willoughby was about to say something, but her attention and Minnie's, and that of every one else, was suddenly diverted to another quarter.
Among the crowd they had noticed a tall man, very thin, with a lean, cadaverous face, and long, lanky, rusty black hair.

He wore a white neck-tie, and a suit of rusty black clothes.

He also held a large umbrella in his hand, which he kept carefully up out of the way of the crowd.