"What a miserable affair to happen to an officer of Morgan's!" "A sad affair," I said.
"It will come to her ears, no doubt.

Shreve's batt-men will carry it down the river." I was silent.
"Rumour runs the woods like lightning," he said.

"She will surely hear of this disgraceful scene.

She will hear of it at Easton....

Strange," he muttered, "strange how the old truths hold!...