None of them but Ivery, and he was different.

They had been silly and priggish, but no more--I would have taken my oath on it.

Yet here was one of them engaged in black treason against his native land.
Something began to beat in my temples when I remembered that Mary and this man had been friends, that he had held her hand, and called her by her Christian name.

My first impulse was to wait till he got up and then pitch him down among the boulders and let his German accomplices puzzle over his broken neck.
With difficulty I kept down that tide of fury.

I had my duty to do, and to keep on terms with this man was part of it.