He was trembling from head to foot and his fat hands rattled on the woodwork of the chair and his feet rattled on the floor.
"I met Carfax first at my private school---a little, fat dirty boy he was then, and fat and dirty he's been ever since.

I hated him, but I was always pleasant to him.

He wasn't worth being angry with.

He always did rotten things.

He knew more filthy things than the other boys, and he was a bully--a beastly bully.