But the great point was still unaccomplished. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. Jonathan shook his head. "It's not an offer," continued he, "that I'm likely to make, or you're likely to receive every day in the year. Jacques is very bad, and I am afraid he may die. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses.
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