human
Are you ill, my boy? said Hippias.
gpt
Where's your colour?
human
I hate slow motion after being in the railway,
gpt
Nothing, uncle! nothing!
human
I shall not see her! he said to himself exultingly, and at the same instant thought, how black was every corner of the earth but that one spot where Lucy stood! how utterly cheerless the place he was going to! Then he determined to bear it; to live in darkness; there was a refuge in the idea of a voluntary martyrdom.
gpt
For if I chose I could see her--this day within an hour!--I could see her, and touch her hand, and, oh, heaven!--But I do not choose.
human
They shall see what right they have to fear me. I'll shame them! was the first turn taken by his wrathful feelings, as he resolved to go, and see her safe, and calmly return to his uncle, whom he sincerely believed not to be one of the conspirators. Nevertheless, after forming that resolve, he sat still, as if there were something fatal in the wheels that bore him away from it--perhaps because he knew, as some do when passion is lord, that his intelligence juggled with him; though none the less keenly did he feel his wrongs and suspicions. His Golden Bride was waning fast. But when Hippias ejaculated to cheer him:
gpt
We shall soon be there!