human
Are there any tidings of him? said she;
gpt
continued she in a lower voice,
human
And there is no hope of pardon or acquittal?
gpt
None. He _must_ meet his doom. And, Mittie, sad as it is--it is just. Your own sense of rectitude and justice will in time sanction the decree. You may, you must pity him--but love, unsupported by esteem, must expire. You are mourning now over a bright illusion--a fallen idol--a deserted temple; but believe me, your mourning will change to joy. The illusion is dispelled, that truth may shine forth in all its splendor; the idol thrown down that the living God may be enthroned upon the altar; the temple deserted that it may be filled with the glory of the Lord.
human
You are right, Arthur, in one thing--would to God you were in all. It is not love I now feel, but despair. It is dreadful to look forward to a cold, unloving existence. I shudder to think how young I am, and how long I may have yet to live.
gpt
Yours is the natural language of disappointed youth. You have passed through a fiery ordeal. The sore and quivering heart shrinks from the contact even of sympathy. You fear the application of even Gilead's balm. You are weak and languid, and I will not weary you with discussion; but spring will soon be here; genial, rejoicing spring. You will revive with its flowers, and your spirit warble with its singing birds. Then we will walk abroad in the hush of twilight--and if you will promise to listen, I will preach you a daily sermon, with nature for my text and inspiration too.
human
Ah! such sermons should be breathed to Helen only. She can understand and profit by them.
gpt
There is room enough in God's temple for you and Helen too,