human
Julia--if I may be allowed so to call you --began Mr. Lawlor,
gpt
I have brought you a bouquet of flowers. Will you accept them?
human
Oh! she said, as he handed the bunch to her,
gpt
It is no waste, if it afford you pleasure.
human
It is a pleasure. I dearly love flowers.
gpt
To give you pleasure, said Mr. Lawlor,
human
Oh, James! James! she gasped.
gpt
Do not, pray do not speak what you want to say, or I shall faint. It is coming on. I am not yet well enough to hear it. Write to me and I will answer. For pity's sake do not speak it.