human
Pauline, he said in gentlest accents,
gpt
Ah! Roddy, ah! how well!
human
Yes, how well, Pauline. But love is not our own. It is disposed of by a higher will. We had hoped that it might end in something else--at least such was my hope.
gpt
And mine, Roddy.
human
But if this may not be, we must bow to the almighty power. Man is not the arbiter of his destiny. False to me Pauline? No truer heart ever breathed the air of heaven. You could not be false to any one. Oh! dearest, withdraw all these bitter words. Remember me, remember your old friend. May the blessing of God attend you. Go forth into a broader atmosphere, and amid brighter scenes to recover your health and that beauty which I have adored. Farewell, Pauline, farewell.