He liked not my words.

Methinks he has never forgotten or forgiven.

He has always sour looks for me, and ofttimes sneering words.

But I heed them not greatly; they do not touch me near." Edred was looking straight out before him, with a gaze in which there was much of shrinking and surprise.
"Brothers in the same monastery at enmity one with the other!" he said slowly, grasping more than had been spoken, with that quick intuition which existed between tutor and pupil.

"Some, leading lives of luxury, indignant with those who would protest against them.