human
Yet, she whispered, half to herself, half aloud, so that Marion heard her words;
gpt
Your husband? the other interrupted.
human
You pray that he may be dead! He who gave up all for you--the man whom you love. Whom, Laure, you know you love?
gpt
Yes--I even pray for that--sometimes, the girl answered.
human
For--for if he lives, how doubly vile must he deem me. What must he think of me, supposing--supposing that Desparre lied--that he was not dead--that he was not even met by that villain and his myrmidons--that the whole story was false!
gpt
What should he think! exclaimed Marion, not, in truth, grasping Laure's meaning.
human
What should he think?
gpt
What? Why think that but I used him for my own selfish purposes to escape from marriage with Desparre, as, God forgive me, was the case; and that, once he had left me alone in his home, I next escaped from him. How can he know--how dream of what befell me? Who was there to tell him of what happened in that room? Even I, myself, know nothing of what occurred from the time I fell prostrate at Desparre's feet, until I awoke a prisoner in that--that prison, which I only left for this,