Brutal to her--this dainty lady, his fairy princess! ...
And now he had lost her.

She was gone back to her own world and to her own kin.
If only he had yielded to her then about the Blacks! If he had curbed his anger, shown sympathy with the two wild children of Nature who were better than himself, in this at least that they had known how to love and cling to each other in spite of the blows of fate! He had horse-whipped Wombo for loving Oola, and swift retribution had come upon himself....

That he should have lost Bridget because of the loves of Wombo and Oola! It was an irony--as if God were laughing at him.

He set his teeth and laughed--the mirthless laugh which had startled Harris....

Well, whether it were automatic or planned retribution on the part of the High Powers, the trouble could be evened up and done with.