I neither sent him away nor let him go." "You were more than a match for him to the last," said Sim, "and you saved me and my lass from him too.

But what about Joe Garth and his old mother?
They don't look over-thankful to you, they don't." "They think that I brought Wilson back to torment them.

No words of mine would upset the notion.

I'm sorry for that, but leave such mistakes for time to set right.

And when the truth comes in such a case it comes to some purpose." "Aye, when it comes--_when_ it comes." Sim spoke in an undertone, and as though to himself.
"It's long in the coming sometimes, it is." "It seems long, truly." The dalesman had caught Sim's drift, and with his old trick of manner, more expressive than his words, he had put his hand on Sim's arm.
"And now there is but one chance that has made it quite worth the while that we should have talked frankly on the subject, you and I, and that is the chance that others may come to do what Wilson tried to do.