human
Materna, I am awfully sorry to pain you! I do wish you would realize that things _have_ to be this way.
gpt
What way?
human
She and I have to be together, he said, simply.
gpt
She belongs to me. When I keep her from going back to Blair I merely keep my own. Mother, can't you understand? there is something higher than man's law, which ties a woman to a man she hates; there is God's law, which gives her to the man she loves! Oh, I am sorry you came to-night! To-morrow I would have written to you. You don't know how distressed I am to pain you, but--poor mother!
human
Don't let's talk about it, Materna, he said, pitifully. He could not bear to look at her; it seemed as if she had grown suddenly old; she was broken, haggard, with appalled eyes and trembling lips.
gpt
You don't understand,
human
Don't I?