"Jump off this raft, and deprive you of your last chance of triumph--the triumph which you have worked for so hard.

You want to save my life for your own ends, not for mine.

Why should I help you to my own undoing ?" Hilda's voice was tenderer and softer than usual as she answered: "No, not for my own ends alone, and not for your undoing, but to give you one last chance of unburdening your conscience.

Some men are too small to be capable of remorse; their little souls have no room for such a feeling.
You are great enough to feel it and to try to crush it down.

But you CANNOT crush it down; it crops up in spite of you.