human
Dear Lady Florence, said he,
gpt
I fear you are worse than you will confess. You should shun these draughts. You owe it to your friends to be more careful of yourself.
human
Friends! said Lady Florence, bitterly--
gpt
I have no friends!--even my poor father would not absent himself from a cabinet dinner a week after I was dead. But that is the condition of public life--its hot and searing blaze puts out the lights of all lesser but not unholier affections.--Friends! Fate, that made Florence Lascelles the envied heiress, denied her brothers, sisters; and the hour of her birth lost her even the love of a mother! Friends! where shall I find them?