"I think you've had enough.

In fact, it might have been better when you were wiping the slate clean if you had put the bottle in the stove." He went out and walked back to the camp in the moonlight, thinking hard.
He was angry with Charnock, but vaguely sorry.

Bob had some virtues and was throwing himself away, although, when one came to think of it, this was only true to some extent.

What one meant was that he was throwing away his opportunities of rising to a higher plane; while Bob was satisfied with his present level Sadie was good enough for him, perhaps too good.

Life together might be hard for both, and there was a touch of pathos in his burning all the tender tokens that bound him to the past, though it was ominous that he kept the whisky.