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God forgive those of my friends who have acted cruelly by me! But their faults are their own, and not excuses for mine. And mine began early: for I ought not to have corresponded with him. This last evil, although the remote, yet sure consequence of my first my prohibited correspondence! by a father early prohibited.
You will come this way to-morrow at the same time? Now, don't be uncivil. She was too generous not to forgive him, but the short little lip murmured that she did not think it at all likely she should come that way to-morrow. 'Then Sunday? he said. 'Not Sunday, said she. 'Then Monday Tuesday Wednesday, surely? he went on experimentally.
Ah, my past if you knew how insignificant it was!" "I know what you can give. One can not forgive to you what one may forgive to another." "But, my friend, I am like others." "No, you are not like others. To you one can not forgive anything." He talked with set teeth.
I hope to be able to make him happy at least I will try my very best to do so." said Elsie. "And you must make allowances for me, for you can see how I was brought up. I know I have been very often cross with you, but you must forgive all these old things; and I suppose it had better be before we leave Melbourne. We must write for Emily to come down, for she will want to be bridesmaid, and Mr.
The cashier, an unfortunate man by the name of Malgat, replied that every thing was ready; but, the moment the president had turned his back, he took a sheet of paper, and wrote something like this: "'Forgive me, I have been an honest man forty years long; now a fatal passion has made me mad.
It was called "The Calvary," and men came there to pray. The father bent his knee the son did the same. "Now, my boy, whom did He die for but His enemies? Even for His murderers He cried, 'Father, forgive them! And you would fain slay them." Hubert was silent. "When thou art struck " "No one ever struck me without getting it back, at least no boy of my own age," interrupted Hubert.
A happier moment the trembling wife had not known for years. "You will make a short visit to Newport?" said Mr. Edwards, as Kate's feelings grew calmer. "Oh, yes," she whispered, "if you wish me to do so." "Only on account of your health," he replied, "I know it will do you good." "Oh, certainly I will go. Forgive me for having before hesitated a moment; it was a childish weakness.
I forgive him." There was something pathetic in the Vicomte's tone which touched Enguerrand's warm if light heart. But De Mauleon did not allow him time to answer. He went on quickly through an opening in the gay crowd, which immediately closed behind him, and Enguerrand saw him no more that evening.
Dante looked at it in some wonder, and Beatrice followed his gaze and saw what he saw, and turned to him, smiling. "Forgive me, friend," she said, "if in the joy of seeing you I forgot to thank you for your gift." And Dante looked from the rose to her and from her to the rose, and his wonder grew, and he said, quickly, "I sent you no gift." Then Beatrice gazed at him in surprise and told him.
It is strange that Mary should be so much in my mind lately. Poor girl! Perhaps I was too harsh with her. I wonder if she is still alive if she has a son. But if she came to me this moment, I could not forgive her. Nearly thirty years have not softened me."
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