Poor dear Owen merely turned pale, lifted his weak, thin hands in a panic-stricken manner, and then sat staring at me in speechless and motionless bewilderment.

Morgan stood up straight before me, plunged both his hands into his pockets, burst suddenly into the harshest laugh I ever heard from his lips, and told me, with an air of triumph, that it was exactly what he expected.
"What you expected ?" I repeated, in astonishment.
"Yes," returned Morgan, with his bitterest emphasis.

"It doesn't surprise me in the least.

It's the way things go in this world--it's the regular moral see-saw of good and evil--the old story with the old end to it.

They were too happy in the garden of Eden--down comes the serpent and turns them out.