Twenty degrees of latitude lay between his birthplace and Manuel's, and fifteen hundred between their ways and characters and dispositions.

I only liked Manuel, but I loved Satan.

This latter's real name was intensely Indian.

I could not quite get the hang of it, but it sounded like Bunder Rao Ram Chunder Clam Chowder.

It was too long for handy use, anyway; so I reduced it.
When he had been with us two or three weeks, he began to make mistakes which I had difficulty in patching up for him.