This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...lamp," I began, rapidly--that was the very ingenious way in which I began--"and I beg you to accept my sincere regrets for the deplorable accident from which you are still suffering; but, really, it was not my fault." " Really, I do not think any one can accuse me of it either," he said, quietly, raising his ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...lamp," I began, rapidly--that was the very ingenious way in which I began--"and I beg you to accept my sincere regrets for the deplorable accident from which you are still suffering; but, really, it was not my fault." " Really, I do not think any one can accuse me of it either," he said, quietly, raising his head and looking at me. " I do not say so," I stammered, losing countenance. And, as he nodded his head in a manner which signified, " Well, this is lucky," I resumed, interrupting myself quickly, " That is to say, I know very well it is my fault, but, what I mean to say is, that I did not do it on purpose." " Mademoiselle, I am sure of it," he answered, with a sarcastic smile. "For really," I continued, becoming animated, "how could I know that there was any one there? That road belongs to us, and usually no one passes." " Certainly," he replied, with the same phlegm, "it was I who was in the wrong place, and, from the moment that I was on your land, you were quite in your right. Grand seigneurs are rulers on their own estates, and have the liberty to settle their quarrels as they like without warning. It is the business of those who pass to look about them, and protect themselves." "Oh, sir," I exclaimed, "you make me say stupid things that you know very well I do not think, and you answer my request for pardon very maliciously." And, as I felt that the tears were coming in spite of all my efforts, I was going to escape, when he stopped me with a gesture, forgetting this time his insupportable coldness. " Mademoiselle, it is I who beg your pardon now. I am brutal, and I should like to beat myself for having made the nurse, who has taken such good care of me, weep. Will you forgive me?" But it is one thing to make tears flow, and another to...
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