He was one of my chief tormentors.

I don't know that he was a bully generally--fellows who are really plucky seldom are; but he disliked me heartily, and I hated him.
"I had the habit of telling the truth when questioned, and he narrowly escaped expulsion owing to my refusing to tell a lie about his being quietly in bed when, in fact, he and two or three other fellows had been out at a public house.

He never forgave me for it, for he himself would have told a lie without hesitation to screen himself, or, to do him justice, to screen anyone else; and the mere fact that I myself had been involved in the matter, having been sent out by one of the bigger fellows, and, therefore, having got myself a flogging by my admission, was no mitigation in his eyes of my offense of what he called sneaking.
"So you may imagine I have no particular desire to meet him again.
Unless he has greatly changed, he would do me a bad turn if he had the chance." "I don't think he has greatly changed," the Doctor said.

"That was really what I came in here for this evening rather than to talk about this Sepoy business.

I am sorry to say, Bathurst, that when he was in at the Major's today your name happened to be mentioned, and he said at once, 'Is that the Bathurst who they say showed the white feather at Chillianwalla and left the army in consequence ?'" Bathurst's face grew pale and his fingers closed.