Still I think something is accomplished.

Miss King must, I think, have felt some pity for Simpkins when she saw me dragging him into the cabin by his leg, and we all know that pity is akin to--" "If she thinks of him in that sort of way," said the Major, "she won't kill him." "I've told you before," said Meldon--"in fact, I'm tired telling you--that she hasn't got to kill him until after she's married him.
You don't surely want her to be guilty of one of those cold-blooded, loveless marriages which are the curse of modern society and end in the divorce court.

She ought to have some feeling of affection for him before she marries him, and I think it is probably aroused in her now.
No woman could possibly see a man treated as I treated Simpkins this afternoon without feeling a little sorry for him.

I bumped his head in the most frightful manner when I was dragging him down.

No; I think it's all right now as far as Miss King is concerned.