My poor child is now at peace.

You can do her no further injury, and must settle your own account with your Maker." "Do not refuse me your forgiveness," implored the earl.

"I will make every reparation in my power." "You _can_ make none," replied the grocer, repelling him; "and as to my forgiveness, I neither refuse it nor accord it.

I pray your lordship to let me pass.

The sole favour I ask of you is to come near me no more." "I obey you," replied the earl.