Why might she not hate one who had been both cruel and base in his treatment of her?
And yet she recoiled from the application of such hard terms by another to Philip, by a cool-judging and indifferent person, as she esteemed Jeremiah to be.

From some inscrutable turn in her thoughts, she began to defend him, or at least to palliate the harsh judgment which she herself had been the first to pronounce.
'He were so tender to mother; she were dearly fond on him; he niver spared aught he could do for her, else I would niver ha' married him.' 'He was a good and kind-hearted lad from the time he was fifteen.
And I never found him out in any falsehood, no more did my brother.' 'But it were all the same as a lie,' said Sylvia, swiftly changing her ground, 'to leave me to think as Charley were dead, when he knowed all t' time he were alive.' 'It was.

It was a self-seeking lie; putting thee to pain to get his own ends.

And the end of it has been that he is driven forth like Cain.' 'I niver told him to go, sir.' 'But thy words sent him forth, Sylvia.' 'I cannot unsay them, sir; and I believe as I should say them again.' But she said this as one who rather hopes for a contradiction.
All Jeremiah replied, however, was, 'Poor wee child!' in a pitiful tone, addressed to the baby.
Sylvia's eyes filled with tears.
'Oh, sir, I'll do anything as iver yo' can tell me for her.

That's what I came for t' ask yo'.