human
Listen to me! said she, and her voice, which faltered a little at first, grew calm and firm as she proceeded.
gpt
You profess to love me: I am not worthy your love; and if, Count Devereux, I do not reject nor disclaim it--for I am a woman, and a weak and fond one--I will not at least wrong you by encouraging hopes which I may not and I dare not fulfil. I cannot,-- here she spoke with a fearful distinctness,--
human
I cannot, I can never be yours; and when you ask me to be so, you know not what you ask nor what perils you incur. Enough; I am grateful to you. The poor exiled girl is grateful for your esteem--and--and your affection. She will never forget them,--never! But be this our last meeting--our very last--God bless you, Morton! and, as she read my heart, pierced and agonized as it was, in my countenance, Isora bent over me, for I knelt beside her, and I felt her tears upon my cheek,--
gpt
God bless you--and farewell!
human
You insult, you wound me, said I, bitterly,