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"Well, you may go," said Mr. Lyddell, "and remember that obstinacy must be got out of a boy some way or other." Gerald went, and soon entered the schoolroom, where he walked up to Miss Morley, saying, "I am sorry I was rude to you the day before yesterday." "Ah! Sir Gerald, I was sure your better sense your generous spirit but I hope your submission I hope Mr. Lyddell forgives overlooks "
You know she has always hated me; and, indeed, as you say, she has had cause enough to hate and destroy me. Had another done to me as I have done to her, I should not have slept till my hand was in his heart." "She forgives you all, Guy, I know she does, and God knows I forgive you I, who, above all others, have most reason to curse you for ever.
Suppose I tell her the marriage was a mockery; suppose she is indignant with me and with him for the deception and then? Otherwise, suppose she is not indignant but forgives all; he is bound to marry her; and honour constrains me to urge him thereto, in spite of what he protests, and to smooth the way to this issue by my method of informing her.
What I say now I would be willing to say everywhere, deploring the harm done by such miserable tricks which may have hastened your happiness," he added, rather maliciously, "for I see that Madame de Portenduere is with you." "That is all very well, Goupil," said the abbe, "Mademoiselle forgives you; but you must not forget that you came near being her murderer."
She never even wrote to 'er father after that, and she won't ever go back, no matter wot 'appens. Not even if he sends for and forgives 'er, I believe. She's stood it this long, she'll stick it out. Mr. Portman got married right enough and I understand he's 'ad a 'ell of a time of it ever since. Married a reg'lar tartar, thank God. "Well, in a year Christine came.
Tarkington wrote Monsieur Beaucaire, that dainty romantic episode in the life of Prince Louis-Philippe de Valois, who masquerades as a barber and then as a gambler at Bath, is misjudged on the evidence of his own disguises, just escapes catastrophe, and in the end gracefully forgives the gentlemen and ladies who have been wrong, parting with an exquisite gesture from Lady Mary Carlisle, the beauty of Bath, who loves him but who for a few fatal days had doubted.
Pitiful egotist though he was, history may forgive him sooner than it forgives the selfish Chauvinism of Thiers, who had been goading his countrymen to war ever since Sadowa, or the insane bigotry of the party which, having triumphed over revolution at Mentana, now sought to triumph over heresy in what the Empress called 'Ma guerre.
The cook kindly went upstairs to see who was in Philip's room. It was the housemaid's turn to look after him for a while. I went instantly to his bedside. There was no persuading him to allow himself to be taken to the hospital. "I am dying," he said. "If you have any pity for me, send for Euneece. Let me see her once more, let me hear her say that she forgives me, before I die." I hesitated.
He'll hate me." "He'll be very, very unhappy," said Miss Lydia; "but he'll know what must be done. I don't. And he'll forgive you." "He won't forgive Carl! Father never forgives. He says so! And if he won't forgive Carl he mustn't forgive me!" She hid her face. There was a long silence. Then she said, in a whisper, "When will you . . . tell him?" "To-night." Again she cringed away. "Not to-night!
When he came in, only just at bed-time, there was something more of rest, and less of weary sadness about his eyes than I had seen since the troubles began, and as we wished one another good night he said, "Lucy, God forgives while He punishes. He is better to us than man. Yolland says I may be with you at church early to-morrow."
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