human
Guess you don't want no Philadelphia letter?
gpt
Of course I don't! she retorted; and the trudging postman smiled for a whole block because of the light in her face. In the house, the letter in her hand, she stopped to hug Miss White.
human
Cherry-pie! the letter has come. I'm to be married on my birthday!
gpt
Oh, my lamb, said Cherry-pie,
human
Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, Oh, that will be joyful, To meet to part no more!
gpt
He is sorry I am tired waiting.
human
If 'I think it over,' I'll be 'ashamed,' will I? 'Couldn't respect himself? What about me respecting myself? And the intolerable wave of heat still rose, swelling and bursting until it choked her; she was strangling! She clutched at her throat, then flung out clenched hands.
gpt
He 'can't let' me marry him? It's 'a long time for _me_ to wait'! I must 'make up my mind to it'! I hate him--I want to kill him--I want to tear him! What did I tell him? 'to come and take me'? And he doesn't want me! And Nannie knows I told him to come, and Miss White and Uncle know it. And they will know he didn't want me. Oh, how could I have told him I wanted him? I must kill him. I must kill myself-- Her wild outpouring of words was without sense or meaning to her. She shuddered violently, something crimson seemed to spread before her eyes, but the pallor of her face was ghastly. She began to pace up and down the room. Once she unfolded the letter, and glancing again at those moderate words, laughed loudly.
human
she said,
gpt
I told him I was 'his'? I must have been out of my head. Well, I'll 'think it over!' I'll 'think it over!'--he needn't worry about that. Oh, I could kill myself! And I told Cherry-pie I was going to be--
human
Why, where am I? she said aloud,
gpt
Then, dully, she remembered David's letter.
human
I was so angry I fainted, she thought, in listless astonishment. For the moment she was entirely without feeling, neither angry, nor wounded, nor ashamed. Then, little by little, the dreadful wave, which had ebbed, began to rise again. But now it was cold, not hot. She said to herself, quietly, that she would write to David Richie, and tell him she _had_ 'thought it over'; and that neither she nor her money was his, or any further concern of his.
gpt
He needn't trouble himself; there would be no more 'imprudence.' Oh, fool! fool! immodest fool! to have told him he 'could have her for the taking,' and he said it was 'long' for _her_ to wait! It was an unbearable recollection.
human
His, she had said;
gpt
She saw again the written words that she had kissed, and she had an impulse to tear the flesh of the lovely young body she had offered this man, and he had--declined.