And, you see, I've got it worse myself.

And cheap served too." "Oh, Mr.Little," said Eliza Watney; "TRY and forgive him." "My girl," said Henry, solemnly, "I thought I never could forgive the man who did that cruel deed to me, and I had never injured any one.

But it is hard to know one's own mind, let alone another man's.

Now I look at him lying pale and battered there, it seems all wiped out.

I forgive you, my poor fellow, and I hope God will forgive you too." "Nay.