human
D'ye grieve for your Joan--Damaris--yes?
gpt
Nay--of what avail?
human
Then I do--from my heart, Martino, from my heart! For she had faith in me, she was kind to me, oh, kind and very gentle! She is as I--might have been, perchance, had life but proved a little kinder.
gpt
She is a great lady in England--yes?
human
She is.
gpt
And yourself?
human
An outcast.
gpt
And you--loved each other--long since?
human
Long since.
gpt
But I have you at the last! cried Joanna, exultant.
human
And nought shall part us now save death and that but for a little while! Dost curse thyself, Martino--dost curse thyself for saving me from the fire? But for this I had been dead and thou safe with thy loved Joan--dost curse thyself?
gpt
Nay, of what avail?
human
gpt
human
Tell me, cried Joanna, reaching out to nip my leg 'twixt petulant fingers,
gpt
Yonder, as I judge, is much wind, Resolution!