I have forgiven you.

I had already forgiven you, even before you ceased to reproach and taunt me.

I have embraced you in the spirit, John, which is better than shaking hands.' 'Pinch,' said the youth, turning towards him, with a hearty disgust of his late master, 'what did I tell you ?' Poor Pinch looked down uneasily at Mr Pecksniff, whose eye was fixed upon him as it had been from the first; and looking up at the ceiling again, made no reply.
'As to your forgiveness, Mr Pecksniff,' said the youth, 'I'll not have it upon such terms.

I won't be forgiven.' 'Won't you, John ?' retorted Mr Pecksniff, with a smile.

'You must.