human
Well, St. Georges said,
gpt
I would not have struck at you, she said,
human
When--he--returns--from England!
gpt
Yes. His affianced wife. In her tremor she thought his disbelief of this was the cause of his astonishment, never dreaming of how he had last left her lover.
human
Not even for that love. But you had abused, insulted me, called me wanton, suggested it was I who stole your child. And you were very masterful, ordered us to follow you into the inn, carried all before you, treated him like a dog, would have slain him----
gpt
I have since learned I wronged you, at least; that it was another--woman--who stole my child. But enough. We have met again, madame, and--and--I must----
human
What! she gasped, thinking he was about to slay her.
gpt
What will you do to me?
human
Do! he replied.
gpt
Do! What should I do?
human
God knows! Yet in mercy spare me! I am a woman, and overcome with fear she cast herself at his feet.
gpt
Spare me--spare me.
human
I do not understand you, St. Georges said, looking down disdainfully at her.
gpt
I think, too, you do not understand me. I wish to do only one thing now, to quit your presence and never set eyes on you again,