human
The tradition is, that on stormy nights one can still hear the sound of the attack, the shouts of the men and the father's imprecations.
gpt
A horrible story!
human
When people say the world has not progressed, I always think of that story, and remember that such crimes were common in those days,
gpt
I doubt if we are really less ferocious to-day, the other said;
human
Will you tell me to whom I have the pleasure of speaking?
gpt
My name is Fullerton--Hadria Fullerton.
human
Thank you. And here is my card, at least I think it is. Oh, no, that is a friend's card! How very tiresome! I am reduced to pronouncing my own name--Miss Du Prel, Valeria Du Prel; you may know it.
gpt
Miss Du Prel! Is that--are you--may I ask, are you the writer of those wonderful books?
human
I am glad they please you.
gpt
Ah! if you could guess how I have longed to know you. I simply can't believe it.
human
And so my work has really given you pleasure?
gpt
Pleasure! It has given me hope, it has given me courage, it has given me faith in all that is worth living for. It was an epoch in my life when I first read your _Parthenia_.
human
I have plenty of compliments, but very seldom a word that makes me feel that I have spoken to the heart. I feel as if I had called in the darkness and had no response, or like one who has cried from the house-tops to a city of the dead.
gpt
And I so often thought of writing to you, but did not like to intrude,
human
Ah! if you only _had_ written to me!