I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
When toward the Devil's Hose we tread, Woman's a thousand steps behind. [Ger. , Denn geht es zu des Bosen Haus Das Weib hat tausend Schritt voraus. ]