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 1     I|         would only beg of you to pardon me for not possessing either
 2     I|         Peter Bús.~ ~"I beg your pardon," cried the gipsy, "but
 3     I|      came to the poet's turn.~ ~"Pardon, gratia, your Excellency!
 4     I|          stranger.~ ~"I beg your pardon, but I am of gentle birth
 5    II|      scarcely live another year. Pardon me for anticipating so bluntly
 6    IV|          extravagant luxury?"~ ~"Pardon me, Matilda's salary has
 7    IV| tearfully -~ ~"I humbly beg your pardon. I came here for advice
 8     V|         and the others could not pardon her for possessing a treasure
 9     V| constrained himself to speak.~ ~"Pardon me for troubling you with
10   VII|         so long?"~ ~"Crying your pardon," said the worthy steward,
11   VII|       humbly crave your honour's pardon," said Peter, "but it is
12   VII|        my hastiness - asking his pardon; and from henceforth we
13  VIII|         to your dear nephew!"~ ~"Pardon me, my friend, but I am
14    IX|         and shaking of hands.~ ~"Pardon me, honoured host, for my
15    IX|         so far from granting his pardon, expressed himself obliged
16     X|          if he were about to beg pardon for being so bold as to
17     X|   steward.~ ~"My dear Mr. Varga, pardon me if I trouble you with
18     X|    nevertheless the love - I beg pardon - the respect I bear towards
19     X|        me dearly. But I beg your pardon for making so bold as to
20     X|          bottom of their hearts. Pardon me for presuming so far.
21     X|          253]~ ~"I must ask your pardon, my dear neighbour," began
22     X|      spit out - "I must ask your pardon, chère voisine - we live,
23   XVI|         to her room, begging her pardon, and giving her a written
24   XXI|          many thanks for coming. Pardon me for sending for you at