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"Betty is a child yet. For pity's sake, Sara, don't go putting nonsensical ideas into her head." "I'm afraid I can't," mourned Sara, as if it were something to be regretted. "You have filled it too full of books and things like that. I've every confidence in your judgment, Stephen and really you've done wonders with Betty. But don't you think you've made her rather too clever?
"Seigneur, good seigneur, it will smart me terribly; for pity's sake, do not impose such a torment upon me." "Bother! Your knees are bones!" The bright sally on the part of the count redoubled the laughter and hilarity of the leudes. "It is true I am only skin and bones," answered the old man seeking to soften his master's heart; "I am quite weak please spare me the pain, my good seigneur."
So for pity's sake be good to my child, and forgive me for leaving her. She thinks I've gone to take a cure; and she knows she's not to tell her Daddy that I'm away, because it would only worry him if he thought I was ill.
Nor was the victim passive; debarred writing materials, he cut the rims off several copies of the Times, and secreted them: then catching sight of some ink-blots on the back of Frank's clothes-brush, scraped them carefully off, melted them in a very little water, and with a toothpick scrawled his wrongs to the Commissioners; he rolled the slips round a half-crown, and wrote outside, "Good Christian, keep this half-crown, and take the writing to the Lunacy Commissioners at Whitehall, for pity's sake."
So I too trembled a little, but with an uplifting, strong-nerved excitement far different from the anxious tremor of suspense that tortured Margaret. "For pity's sake, don't fail, boys!" she said, as if all rested upon us two. "Think of me waiting at home for the news! Heaven, how slow the hours will pass! I sha'n't have a moment's rest of mind or body till I know!"
"For pity's sake! Do stop it! Nothing matters about anything else if only you stop!" He was almost beside himself with misery as he pleaded with her. But soon he pulled himself together and began to speak more rationally. "At least tell me the reason," he besought. "I know I've no right to ask, but it matters so much. Have pity and tell me, is it someone else?"
At that moment D'Artagnan's horse fell dead. "I am dishonored!" thought the musketeer; "I am a miserable wretch! for pity's sake, M. Fouquet, throw me one of your pistols, that I may blow out my brains!" But Fouquet rode away.
Her shoulders were shaken by one great sob after another. "Ruby!" He took the two hands gently from her face, and forced her to look at him. His eyes were alight with the most beautiful smile. "For pity's sake," she cried out, "don't look at me like that. You've looked me through and through you understand me. Don't lie with your eyes, as you're lying now." "My dear girl, yes I understand you.
Remember what a happy life you led with my dear father his goodness, his overflowing generosity, his noble heart. There is no man worthy to succeed him, to live in his house. Dear mother, for pity's sake " She was kneeling at her mother's feet, clinging to her hands, her voice half-choked with sobs. Mrs. Tempest began to cry too. "My dearest Violet, how can you be so foolish? My love, don't cry.
The heart obdurate never felt One link of Nature's magic tie If ne'er it knew the bliss to melt In tears of sensibility. The generous and the gentle heart Is like that balmy Indian tree Which scatters from the wounded part The tears of sensibility. Then oh! ye Fair, if Pity's ray E'er taught your snowy breasts to sigh, Shed o'er my contemplative lay The tears of sensibility. November 2, 1821.
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