I beg your pardon with all my heart.' 'You have a free and manly temper, I know,' said Pinch; 'and therefore, your being so ungenerous in this one solitary instance, only grieves me the more.

It's not my pardon you have to ask, John.

You have done ME nothing but kindnesses.' 'Well! Pecksniff's pardon then,' said young Westlock.

'Anything Tom, or anybody.

Pecksniff's pardon--will that do?
Here! let us drink Pecksniff's health!' 'Thank you,' cried Tom, shaking hands with him eagerly, and filling a bumper.