But I will not remember its existence.

I will not even remember the conduct of that misguided person'-- and here, although he spoke like one at peace with all the world, he used an emphasis that plainly said "I have my eye upon the rascal now"-- 'that misguided person who has brought you here to-night, seeking to disturb (it is a happiness to say, in vain) the heart's repose and peace of one who would have shed his dearest blood to serve him.' The voice of Mr Pecksniff trembled as he spoke, and sobs were heard from his daughters.

Sounds floated on the air, moreover, as if two spirit voices had exclaimed: one, 'Beast!' the other, 'Savage!' 'Forgiveness,' said Mr Pecksniff, 'entire and pure forgiveness is not incompatible with a wounded heart; perchance when the heart is wounded, it becomes a greater virtue.

With my breast still wrung and grieved to its inmost core by the ingratitude of that person, I am proud and glad to say that I forgive him.

Nay! I beg,' cried Mr Pecksniff, raising his voice, as Pinch appeared about to speak, 'I beg that individual not to offer a remark; he will truly oblige me by not uttering one word, just now.