A savage expression flitted across it.
"Oh, 'ow I 'ate 'im! 'Ow I 'ate 'im!" he gritted out.
"Whom ?" I asked; but the poor wretch was weeping again over his misfortunes.

Less difficult it was to guess whom he hated than whom he did not hate.

For I had come to see a malignant devil in him which impelled him to hate all the world.

I sometimes thought that he hated even himself, so grotesquely had life dealt with him, and so monstrously.
At such moments a great sympathy welled up within me, and I felt shame that I had ever joyed in his discomfiture or pain.

Life had been unfair to him.