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"Don't be hard on him, Bobby," said Hetty, drying her eyes; "he spoke very kind, you know, an' p'raps he means to help us afterwards." "Spoke kind," retorted the indignant boy; "I tell 'ee wot, Hetty, you're far too soft an' forgivin'. I s'pose that's wot they teaches you in Sunday-school at George Yard eh? Vill speakin' kind feed us, vill it clothe us, vill it pay for our lodgin's!"
An' I love to think that the blessed an' brave an' sweet Christ looked like Cap'n Tom looked in the early dawn of that morning when he come an' offered himself, captain that he was to be shot, if need be, in my place so gran', so gentle, so brave, so forgivin', so like a captain so like God." His voice had dropped lower and lower still.
He will forgive you your sin, Tessibel, if you ask Him." "If God air forgivin' then couldn't ye forgive, too?" It took a desperate effort to utter the words. Nothing but her love for him could have forced them from her. "That's different," reddened the boy. "I wanted I wanted to marry you some day." To marry her! She drew a great, heaving breath, more strongly tempted to tell him than before.
"Do I have to pick either one?" says I. "I hope not; for, between you and me, Sadie, I'm satisfied as it stands." "Goose!" says she, snugglin' up forgivin'. "And would you guess it? they say she's twenty-six! I wonder why she isn't married?" "There you go!" says I. "I could see it comin'." "But she is such an attractive girl," goes on Sadie, "so well poised, graceful, dignified, all that!
I'm of a forgivin' disposition. An' it's a good quane you'll make, too, av ye don't let the men have too much o' their own way. But I do think that you an' me togither'll be more than a match for them all. D'ee think ye could stand the caronation now, dear?" "Yes, I think I could.
She got off the track just as the night express come around the curve, goin' ninety-five miles an hour. "This man says to her, 'Genevieve, will you come to me now, and let me put you out of this dread villain's power forever? Then he opened his arms and the beautiful Genevieve fled to them as to some ark of safety and laid her pale and weary face upon his lovin' and forgivin' heart.
"They have taken my wife away from me," he cried, shaking his fist at the women in the gallery. "They have given her money to leave me. I ain't so forgivin'." "Do you want to know the real reason why your wife left you?" said Richard in a tone of such conviction that Lupo was deceived into thinking this perfect stranger knew all about him. "She was afraid of you and your lawless ways.
"'I despise it, Denny, she says, half cryin'. 'Mother and Uncle Tim went to see the shows, but I came down here to think of you. I couldn't bear the lights and the crowd. Are you forgivin' me, Denny, for the words we had? "''Twas me fault, says I. 'I came here for the same reason meself. Look at the lights, Norah, I says, turning my back to the sea 'ain't they pretty?
However, it's good to be forgivin'; I hope it is; indeed I know that; for it comes almost to a feelin' in myself. Well, achora, what am I to do for you?" "Will you let me speak to you inside a minute?" she asked. "Will I? Why, then, to be sure I will; an' who knows but it's my daughter-in-law I might have you yet, avillish! Yourself and Darby's jist about an age. Come inside, ahagur."
"Nothing wrong on this side, seemin'ly. . . . Nor, nor there wasn't any breeze o' wind in the night, not to wake me. . . . Anyways, you're a wonderful forgivin' man, Nicholas Nanjivell." "Why so?" "Why, to be up betimes an' workin' yourself cross, plasterin' at th' old house, out o' which if report's true you'll be turned within a week." "Don't you listen to reports; no, nor spread 'em.
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