I was never certain whether he was a Greek or an Italian.

All that I am sure about is that he was the most unmitigated villain next to his master that I have ever met.
"He was a quick man with his knife and I have seen him kill one of the guards whom he had thought was favouring me in the matter of diet with less compunction than you would kill a rat.
"It was he who gave me this scar," John Lexman pointed to his cheek.
"In his master's absence he took upon himself the task of conducting a clumsy imitation of Kara's persecution.

He gave me, too, the only glimpse I ever had of the torture poor Grace underwent.

She hated dogs, and Kara must have come to know this and in her sleeping room--she was apparently better accommodated than I--he kept four fierce beasts so chained that they could almost reach her.
"Some reference to my wife from this low brute maddened me beyond endurance and I sprang at him.

He whipped out his knife and struck at me as I fell and I escaped by a miracle.