human
But why encourage hope? thought Miles to himself, with bitterness in his heart;
gpt
I'm only a private. Marion will never condescend to think of _me_. What have I to offer her except my worthless self? (you see Miles was beginning to see through himself faintly.)
human
Even if my father were a rich man, able to buy me out of the army and leave me a fortune-- which he is not--what right have I to expect that a girl like Marion would risk her happiness with a fellow who has no profession, no means of subsistence, and who has left home without money and without leave? Bah! Miles, you are about the greatest goose that ever put on a red coat!
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