human
Let me bind my handkerchief round the wound, said Clinton, in a gentle, sympathizing voice.
gpt
You are really enough to drive one frantic.
human
she exclaimed, in an accent of ineffable scorn.
gpt
I would put a bandage of fire round it as soon. _Drive one frantic!_ I suppose your conduct must make one very calm, very cool and reasonable. But I can tell you, Bryant Clinton, that when you made me the plaything of your selfish and changing passions, you began a dangerous game. You thought me, perchance, a love-sick maiden, whose heart would break in silence and darkness, but you know me not. I will not suffer alone. If I sink into an abyss of wretchedness, it shall not be alone. I will drag down with me all who have part or lot in my misery and despair.