You have probably discovered by this time that my Lady Aunt detests me.
Mamma detests him; she says he killed aunt Ginevra with unkindness: he looks like a bear.
He doesn't believe in missions at all—in fact, he says he detests the very mention of missions—and he never gives one cent to them.
She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father tells, though you know he detests you both.
Now, I have the satisfaction of being sure that he detests me, to the point of its annoying him seriously to have me within ear-shot or eyesight: I notice, when I enter his presence, the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred; partly arising from his knowledge of the good causes I have to feel that sentiment for him, and partly from original aversion.
