Maybe he regretted extending the offer of help.
I regretted the words as soon as I'd spoken; suggesting a lie to cover a larger one.
She told our neighbor Mildred she'd done something she regretted 'cause now she really liked this guy and thought maybe she'd messed things up between them.
Yet no part of him regretted the idea of chopping them out of the picture completely.
She regretted alluding to it the moment the raw look of anguish crossed his face.
Cynthia was startled by the young girl's unusual tone and immediately regretted not being forthcoming.
Then he smiled, no doubt remembering past times with David Dean—times he regretted similar words.
He'd gone from being tormented by his own mother to the affection of an abusive father who regretted ever having him.
He immediately regretted fueling further speculation.
He often regretted leading women to believe there might be a future as he had this morning with, What was her name??
He quickly regretted sitting there rather than a chair.
It was plain he regretted it.
He'd regretted taking her to his bed initially but now wished he'd taken up her offer to become his companion, even if only for the few nights they had together.
It was one of those rare evenings when she regretted not having a television.
No part of him regretted it.
He died in his villa at Tusculum, regretted and esteemed by all.
On the 1st of January 1859, Napoleon astounded the diplomatic world by remarking to Baron Hubner, the Austrian ambassador, at the New Years reception at the Tuileries, that he regretted that relations between France and Austria were not so good as they had been; and at the opening of the Piedmontese parliament on the 10th Victor Emmanuel pronounced the memorable words that he could not be insensible to the cry of pain (ii grido di dolore) which reached him from all parts of Italy.
It is to be regretted that this incomplete work does not go beyond 1300.
Though the result were bodily weakness, yet perhaps no one can say that the consequences were to be regretted, for these were a life in conformity to higher principles.
Having ridden up to Nicholas, Ilagin raised his beaver cap and said he much regretted what had occurred and would have the man punished who had allowed himself to seize a fox hunted by someone else's borzois.
Like the old emigre who declined to marry the lady with whom he had spent his evenings for years, she regretted Julie's presence and having no one to write to.
If they regretted having to retreat, it was only because they had to leave billets they had grown accustomed to, or some pretty young Polish lady.