human
It makes me wild, it makes me mad, it makes me feel like leaving the town forever! was his hoarse complaint as I finished my feeble attempt at consolation.
gpt
If Juliet were half the woman she ought to be she would come and live with me in a log-cabin in the woods before she would accept the Colonel's house now. And to think that she, _she_ should be affected by the opinions of the rest, and think me so destitute of pride that I would stoop to sacrifice my own home for the sake of stepping into that of a rival's. O woman, woman, what are you made of? Not of the same stuff as we men, surely.
human
And her father, who should control her, aids and encourages her follies. He is a slave to the Colonel, who is the slave of his own will.
gpt
In this case, I quietly observed,
human
That is the worst of it, chafed Orrin.
gpt
If only he offered me opposition I could struggle with him. But it is his generosity I hate, and the humiliating position into which it thrusts me. And that is not all, he angrily added, while still striding feverishly about the room.
human
The Colonel seems to think us his property ever since we decided to accept his, and as a miser watches over his gold so does he watch over us, till I scarcely have the opportunity now of speaking to Juliet alone. If I go to her house, there he is sitting like a black statue at the fireplace, and when I would protest, and lead her into another room or into the garden, he rises and overwhelms me with such courtesies and subtle disquisitions that I am tripped up in my endeavors, and do not know how to leave or how to stay. I wish he would fall sick, or his house tumble about his head!
gpt
Orrin, Orrin!
human
It is not decent. I am her affianced husband now, and he should leave us alone. Does he think I can ever forget that he used to court her once himself, and that the favors she now shows me were once given as freely, if not as honestly, to him? He knows I cannot forget, and he delights--
gpt
There, Orrin, I broke in,
human
I don't know about that, rejoined his angry rival.
gpt
If he wanted to steal back my bride he could take no surer course for doing it. Juliet, who is fickle as the wind, already looks from his face to mine as if she were contrasting us. And he is so damned handsome and suave and self-forgetting!
human
And you, I could not help but say,
gpt
I know it, was his half-muttered retort,
human
It would be but a natural return on his part for your former courtesies,
gpt
But he shall not do it, exclaimed Orrin, with a backward toss of his head, and a sudden thump of his strong hand on the table before me.
human
I won her once against all odds, and I will keep her if I have to don the devil's smiles myself. He shall never again see her eyes rest longer on his face than mine. I will hold her by the power of my love till he finds himself forgotten, and for very shame steals away, leaving me with the bride he has himself bestowed upon me. He shall never have Juliet back.
gpt
I doubt if he wishes to,