Don't let it cause a break between us.

Let me come again.

And now please brush it from your mind.

If you knew how I suffer over this fiend who tortures and gloats over me you'd only have the greatest pity for me, in your heart.' Then he wrung my hand and left the house." "Well, that's all any of us could do," sighed Harry, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on the ceiling.

"It makes some difference, however, of whom you ask forgiveness.