human
Aunt Pauline, she said,
gpt
I know you have meant to be kind. You _have_ been kind. No doubt I have given you trouble and anxiety; partly, perhaps, by my fault, but more by my misfortune. I am not insensible of all that. But, dear Aunt Pauline, I want you to believe--do, pray, believe--that it would be cruel to separate me from Owen. Nothing _shall_ part us, except his own will, she added in a low voice. Then, after an instant, she went on, pressing her soft young face against her aunt's shoulder,
human
Perhaps you think I don't care so very deeply for him? Of course you cannot know; you have never seen us together; it has all come upon you quite suddenly. But, indeed, indeed, if I had to give him up, I think it would break my heart. Oh, dear Aunt Pauline, do be kind to us, and help us! I have no mother. And I--I love him so!