human
Pardon me, my gentle brother, there is something portentous in this sudden change. Look well round the room, and tell me at your earliest leisure what treasure it is that you are desirous should pass from my possession into your own.
gpt
Your love, Morton, said Aubrey, drawing back, but apparently in pride, not anger;
human
Of a surety, kind Aubrey, said I,
gpt
Listen to me, Morton, said Aubrey, suppressing his emotion;
human
Children, said he, and the single light of the room shone full upon his unmoved, rigid, commanding features--
gpt
This is well,