human
Bessy, I ejaculated, holding her hand in mine,
gpt
I have, Richard, I have some time ago; I have seen all, known all, just as well as if your tongue had spoken it.
human
Then surely, dearest Bessy, responded I,
gpt
I did resolve it, answered Bessy, in a sad and solemn tone.
human
I cast all my former vain notions aside--all the idle, thoughtless, unreasonable determinations of a wild girl--and resolved to give you my hand whenever you should ask it.
gpt
Then you are mine, I cried, pressing my lips on hers;
human
Stay, stay, stay, Richard, she cried;
gpt
But what is it? I exclaimed.
human
There may be a thousand means of remedy left.
gpt
None, none! she answered.
human
It is connected with the irrevocable past. It never can be removed, changed, or modified. I might, it is true, become your wife; but I should find wretchedness instead of happiness; remorse instead of love; my misery would make you miserable; and in less than six months after I gave you my hand, the never-ceasing reproaches of my own conscience would bring Bessy Davenport to the grave.
gpt
But what is it? I cried.
human
For Heaven's sake, explain!
gpt
Do not ask me, Richard--do not ask me, she said;