human
As long as I could be a solace or a help to you, Lady Julie, faltered Margaret, pale as death,
gpt
I wished for no greater happiness than to be with you, and to serve you faithfully, _faithfully_, my lady, whatever you may in your anger say; but now, I see that my influence has passed away, and my duty is to leave you.
human
You leave too late, cried my lady, tauntingly.
gpt
You have caught your fish and can afford to leave the fish-pond now, I suppose. Really, I think it no bad thing for a sea-captain's daughter to become the Duchess of Piermont and the mistress of Seven-Oak Waaste.
human
Lady Julie! Lady Julie! cried Margaret, turning away with an unutterable heart-pang,
gpt
I have loved you well, and should not be treated thus. I desire to be neither the wife of the Duke of Piermont nor the mistress of Seven-Oak Waaste.