human
Mittie and I never were friends, and never can be, said she,
gpt
lowering her voice to a whisper,
human
Was I not right, said Mittie, when they had passed the stile, and could no longer discern the ancestral figure of Miss Thusa in the door of her lonely dwelling,
gpt
You should add, the sweetest, dearest, best, interrupted Louis,
human
I should think if you had any affection for me, Louis, said Mittie, turning pale, as his praises of Helen fell on Clinton's ear,
gpt
Do you think it possible that _she_ could alter my opinion of _you_? said Clinton, in a low, earnest tone.
human
If any thing could have exalted it, it would be the dignity and forbearance with which you bore her insinuations, and defeated her malice.
gpt
I am sorry, Mittie, cried Louis, touched by her paleness and emotion, and attributing it entirely to wounded feeling,
human
I am very sorry that I have been the indirect cause of giving you pain. It was certainly unintentional. Miss Thusa was in rather a savage mood this evening, I must acknowledge; but she is not malicious, Clinton. With all her eccentricities, she has some sterling virtues. If you could only see her inspired, and hear one of her _powerful_ tales!
gpt
If you ever induce him to go there a second time!