Word: beg
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...beyond that of kings and premiers. When it became known that Basil Zaharoff had written down all his obscure and enormous conquests, his dark and perhaps reprehensible maneuvers, there followed a great curiosity to see the book in which they were notated. Men tried to buy it, to beg it, to steal it. Last week a publisher offered Zaharoff's Scotch servant $10,000 for the diary of his master to whom the servant immediately reported this attempted bribery...
...beg you let me pray," said Father Projuarez huskily, when he was led out. As General Cruz nodded, the priest fell on his knees, clasped a crucifix to his breast, prayed briefly. Rising, he walked resolutely to the garden wall, turned his back upon it, and extended his hands in the gesture of benediction, crying: "May God have mercy on you all!" An instant later the listening crowd outside heard three crisp commands: "Ready . . . Aim . . . Fire...
With confidence that is pathetic to me, who already knows its destiny, you are setting out a new tree. My pride in my college will not allow me to silently observe a repetition of the episode. I beg of you, unless you already know the perpetrators of this outrage, to inform me through the columns of the CRIMSON as to where I can talk with one of you unobserved. Very truly yours, A Friend...
...encountered the All Highest, clad in the field grey uniform of a marshal, in a corridor of the castle. Said the Kaiser, insult ingly: "You too belong to the rascals of the Foreign Office who cheated and lied to me throughout my reign." Replied Baron von Maltzan: "I beg pardon, but as far as I am concerned I do not deserve this reproach. May I respectfully remind you of the observations I made to you in 1914 on my return from Peking when I pointed out Germany's wrong policy in Eastern Asia. Furthermore...
...chess when a newspaper man handed him a cable which said, "BEECHER DEAD. INTERVIEW TILTON." For a long time Mr. Tilton stared out at the streets of Paris, gay with spring. Then he turned back to his chess board and said to the man he was playing with, "I beg your pardon ... is it my move?" The Book. To fit a name which is now not well remembered, even as a legend of ridiculous shame, Author Hibben has patched together, out of old letters, old sermons, the remembrances of friends, a figure which is that neither of scarecrow nor monster...