It disgusts me, to see her chew with her mouth open.
1874, (w), (w) Chapter V
It is impossible to convey, in words, any idea of the hideous phantasmagoria of shifting limbs and faces which moved through the evil-smelling twilight of this terrible prison-house. Callot might have drawn it, Dante might have suggested it, but a minute attempt to describe its horrors would but disgust. There are depths in humanity which one cannot explore, as there are mephitic caverns into which one dare not penetrate.
An intense dislike or loathing someone feels for something bad or nasty.
With an air of disgust, she stormed out of the room.