her; so what of this occasion, immediately after his humiliation? Recalling the late defeat, animosity filled his thoughts.
"I did not know why I had such bad luck to-day, but at the bottom of it all, it was because I saw YOU!" he thought to himself. He advanced, expectorated, and shouted: "Huh! Peh!"
The little nun ignored him altogether and merely walked on with her head lowered. Ah Q ran close to her side; thrusting out his hand, he touched her newly shorn scalp; and laughing derisively, jeered: "Bald pate, hurry on; your monk is waiting for you."
"What are you jumping and gesticulating about?" cried the little nun, her face flushed crimson, as she hastily stepped along.
Hearty laughter came from the men in the wine shop. Ah Q, on noticing that his actions were meeting with the plaudits of the onlookers, grew all the more blithe and replied with an ambiguous quip.
He pinched the nun's cheek and the men in the wine shop continued laughing loudly. Feeling the more elated by the cheers of the spectators, Ah Q tightened his fingers and gave an additional twist before he let go.
In the course of this fray, he had long forgotten Wang-hu, had forgotten the "False Foreigner";
