I like people, or dislike them, at first sight, without knowing, in either case, whether they deserve it or not.

In the one moment when our eyes met, I felt the devil in me.

In plain English, I hated Mr.Farnaby! "Good morning, sir," he began, in a loud, harsh, rasping voice.

"The letter you bring me takes me by surprise." "I thought the writer was an old friend of yours," I said.
"An old friend of mine," Mr.Farnaby answered, "whose errors I deplore.
When he joined your Community, I looked upon him as a lost man.

I am surprised at his writing to me." It is quite likely I was wrong, knowing nothing of the usages of society in England.