human
Is it generous thus to trample on a fallen man? You can see--all who ever met me before I left England, can see how much I have changed by these cursed months in the deadly swamps, and the pestiferous hospital, not to speak of the wounds which reduced me to a skeleton, and aged me, as five years would have failed to do. All this tells upon a man's spirits, Miss Walsingham; and I am quite ready to confess that I have lost much of my bravado, and my insolent manner of riding on fortune's neck, as if I could ever expect to stay there.
gpt
You speak as bitterly of yourself, as if you were your bitterest enemy!
human
I have been my own bitterest enemy, I fear. If I had been less insolent, less arrogant and sneering, with a dark look of hatred up at the sky,
gpt
I might have been the heir of Seven Oak Waaste at this present moment, instead--of where I am.