_He_ was a reasonable person, I suppose; and so are you.

And he--hated me!" She grows silent as one might when some dreadful thought assails one.

"Perhaps," says the poor child, in a quick, frightened sort of way, "you hate me too.

Perhaps everyone hates me.

There are people whom everyone hates, aren't there ?" "Are there ?" asks Rylton drearily.
At this moment, at all events, he feels himself to be hateful.