human
Dear Ray, let me get you some supper; you have tasted nothing since early this morning.
gpt
Supper! Do you think I could eat, now? he cried, with fierce impatience.
human
I do not want any. Go!
gpt
Dear Ray, do not look and speak so strangely. Perhaps you will find her to-morrow.
human
Perhaps--perhaps! When a man has lost all he loves in the world, there is a great consolation in a cool 'perhaps he may find it again.' Do you think those hell-hounds would spare her a moment, once they got her in their power! Oh, Petronilla--bright, beautiful Petronilla! lost, lost, forever!
gpt
Ray, Ray! exclaimed Erminie, in low, terrified tones, as a new light broke upon her,
human
Love? he cried, with passionate fierceness, starting up and shaking back his thick, dark hair.
gpt
Yes; I loved her with a love that you with your gentle nature and calmly-beating heart can never dream of. I loved her as only those can love whose veins, like mine, run fire instead of blood. Now that she is forever lost to me, I may confess; what no living mortal would ever have discovered else. Yes; I loved her! What do you think of my presumption, little sister? I, the beggared grandson of a despised gipsy, educated by the bounty of her uncle, dared to lift my eyes to this heiress, beauty and belle--this proud daughter of a prouder father. Loved her? Yes; beyond the power of words to tell!