human
There is no reason why one should deliberately hasten the day of one's thralldom, said Yolanda, softly.
gpt
If one may be free and happy for an hour without breaking those terrible chains of God's welding, is he not foolish to refuse the small benediction? The memory of it may sweeten the years to come.
human
To woman, such a memory is sweet, answered Max, striving to steel his heart against the girl.
gpt
To men, it is a bitter regret.
human
Then be generous, Little Max, and give me the sweet memory,
gpt
You will not need it, answered Max.
human
Your lot will be different from mine.
gpt
Yes, it will be different, Max--it will be worse, she cried passionately, almost in tears.
human
I think I shall kill myself when you leave Burgundy. She paused and turned fiercely upon him,
gpt
Give me the promise I ask. I demand at least that consolation as my right--as a poor return for what you take from me.
human
Fräulein, I will not leave Burgundy within a month, whatever the consequences may be,
gpt
Upon your honor?
human
Every promise I make, Fräulein, is on my honor,
gpt
So it is, Little Max, so it is,