spiter

— “[…] Old Mordred and Ursil hate me, and I hate them; they spite me now, and when I can, I shall spite them.” / “Ah!” said Morgan, remembering his own expressions the evening before, when overheard by Father Aidan, “so I suppose we all are by nature.” / “All are what?” asked his companion. / “All haters and spiters of our enemies.” / “To be sure we are,” replied the girl; “it comes to us, as you say, naturally.[…]”