Yo've said all yo' can for him; and perhaps it's not yo' as is to blame, but yo'r nature.

But I'm put out wi' thee, and want thee out o' my sight for awhile.' One or two more speeches of this kind convinced him that it would be wise in him to take her at her word.

He went back to Simpson, and found him, though still alive, past the understanding of any words of human forgiveness.

Philip had almost wished he had not troubled or irritated Sylvia by urging the dying man's request: the performance of this duty seemed now to have been such a useless office.
After all, the performance of a duty is never a useless office, though we may not see the consequences, or they may be quite different to what we expected or calculated on.

In the pause of active work, when daylight was done, and the evening shades came on, Sylvia had time to think; and her heart grew sad and soft, in comparison to what it had been when Philip's urgency had called out all her angry opposition.