'None that I can see, except the long-suffering of God.

You know the man as Ivery, and you knew him as that other whom you believed to have been shot one summer morning and decently buried.

You feared the second--at least if you didn't, I did--most mortally.

You realized that we feared Ivery, and you knew enough about him to see his fiendish cleverness.

Well, you have the two men combined in one man.