human
What! trust my unwary heart to the red-hot fingers of a Torquemada? She would dissect it leisurely for its vulnerable spot, and probe that with spiteful blade. It needed not my insults, as you call them, to turn her venom against me. Did I not read it in the loathing eyes and shrinking figure before ever I opened my mouth? Am not I the one obstacle between her and the fortune she has lain in wait for during four years? She can afford to take insults from me; they will not hurt her. They are my tribute to her talent as a fortune-hunter.
gpt
I must disabuse your mind of all unjust suspicions against Miss Walsingham, cried Mr. Davenport, meeting the captain's frowning eyes with as fierce a frown;
human
Save me these rhapsodies, friend, returned the captain;
gpt
You mean by that, I suppose, that you will submit to the conditions of the will?
human
I mean nothing of the kind, my good sir. To the infernal shades I consign your scheming adventuress.