But do say that you forgive me, Nathalie," he entreated, softening. "Forgive you! You don't know what you are talking about. Let me pass. It depends upon--a good deal whether I ever forgive you." ...
Victor said it was really not worth while to go inside for the letters, when his mother entreated him to go in search of them. He remembered the contents, which in truth he rattled off very glibly ...