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By-and-by he glanced up, "I beg your pardon " stammered he, and leaving the rest of my verses uncorrected, pointed with his pencil to the concluding one. "That's not Greek," he said. "It's in Sophocles," I contended: and turning up the word in "Liddell and Scott," I pushed the big lexicon under his nose. For a moment he paid no heed to the action; did not seem to grasp the meaning of it.
I hope you will stay some time in the neighbourhood; I am sure you and he will like each other. And it is such a rare delight to him to get a scholar like yourself to talk to." "Pardon me, I am not a scholar; a very noble title that, and not to be given to a lazy trifler on the surface of book-lore like myself." "You are too modest.
"Good-evening," said the old man; and then, looking at me, "How's this?" said he, "you ar'n't, sure, the child I met in the morning?" "Yes," said I, "I am; what makes you doubt it?" "Why, you were then all froth and conceit," said the old man, "and now you take off your cap to me." "I beg your pardon," said I, "if I was frothy and conceited; it ill becomes a child like me to be so."
"No, Miss Ranscomb. For certain very important reasons I do not wish to disclose it. Pardon me will you not? I ask that favour of you." "But will you not satisfy my curiosity?" "At my personal risk? No. I do not think you would wish me to do that eh?" he asked in a tone of mild reproof. Then he went on: "I'm awfully sorry I could not approach you openly.
I will quietly disappear to some remote corner of the globe." Then she showed me a letter just received, one beginning, "My dear Son and Daughter." How my heart ached as I silently prayed to know what to do! "What about the inmates of your house. Miss Loraine? How do you procure them?" "Pardon me, but I can not explain that. I will say, though, each of them has a sad story.
I ask the reader's pardon for so abruptly breaking in upon Joshua's speech, but such very different notions exist about aristocrats, in different parts of the world, that some such explanation was necessary in order to prevent mistakes.
At this moment Hal and Eph appeared at the doorway. "Pardon me, gentlemen, for suggesting that you had better put your swords on," suggested Fullerton, "Inspection of crew at quarters is about to come off." Hal and Eph vanished, but soon reappeared, wearing their new swords and trying hard not to look conscious of the fact. Jack was engaged in adjusting his own side-arm to his belt.
'Subjects, professor? said Ruth, interrupting him with a laugh. 'Do you venture to call Golden Star a subject, just as you do those awful things in your dissecting-rooms? Look at her a subject indeed! Don't call her that again in my hearing, please! 'Oh, ah, of course, I beg your pardon a thousand times, and Her Highness's too.
With his height and broad shoulders he has huge hands and feet; one would think that a blow from his fist would knock the life out of anyone, but his step is soft, and his walk is cautious and insinuating; when he meets anyone in a narrow passage he is always the first to stop and make way, and to say, not in a bass, as one would expect, but in a high, soft tenor: "I beg your pardon!"
As for you " he paused, and threw himself full length upon the sand and laughed good humoredly, "I beg your pardon. I really had no right to put you in the picture without your permission. I thought, as true as heaven hears me, that you were like well, the other girls of the place, and they coax to have themselves 'taken' as they call it.
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