human
O, Mr. Vendale, she said sadly,
gpt
There can be but one distance between us, Marguerite--a distance of your making. My love, my darling, there is no higher rank in goodness, there is no higher rank in beauty, than yours! Come! whisper the one little word which tells me you will be my wife!
human
Think of your family, she murmured;
gpt
If you dwell on such an obstacle as that, he said,
human
I shall think but one thought--I shall think I have offended you.
gpt
O, no! she exclaimed innocently. The instant the words passed her lips, she saw the construction that might be placed on them. Her confession had escaped her in spite of herself. A lovely flush of colour overspread her face. She made a momentary effort to disengage herself from her lover's embrace. She looked up at him entreatingly. She tried to speak. The words died on her lips in the kiss that Vendale pressed on them.
human
Let me go, Mr. Vendale!
gpt
Call me George.
human
George!
gpt
Say you love me!
human
I love you!