But then came the difference.

His eyes, dark brown and quick-shifting, were dissolute.

They protruded very slightly, and his eyelids hung over them in a way that was half hate.

His mouth, too, was sensual.

His whole manner was of cowed defiance, as if he were ready to knock anybody down who disapproved of him--perhaps because he really disapproved of himself.
From the first day he had hated Paul.