human
Nay, Matilda, you do me wrong. It is one thing to swerve from the guilty purpose to which your too seductive beauty has won my soul, another to mourn as man should mourn, the hour when virtue, honor, religion, all the nobler principles in which my youth has been nurtured, have proved too weak to stem the tide of guilty passion. You say I love you not! and he laughed bitterly.
gpt
What greater proof would you require than the oath I have just taken?
human
It's fulfilment,
gpt
It shall be fulfilled, he returned quickly,
human
Crime is a word too indiscriminately bestowed, said Matilda, after a momentary pause.
gpt
What the weak in mind class with crime, the strong term virtue.
human
Virtue! what, to spill the blood of a man who has never injured me; to become a hired assassin, the price of whose guilt is the hand of her who instigates to the deed? If this be virtue, I am indeed virtuous.
gpt
Never injured you! returned the American, while she bent her dark eyes reproachfully upon those of the unhappy Gerald.
human
Has he not injured ME; injured beyond all power of reparation, her who is to be the partner of your life?
gpt
Nay, Matilda, and Gerald again passionately caught and enfolded her to his heart,
human
he pursued, after a, short pause,
gpt
Never, Gerald, she returned, with startling impressiveness, while the color, which during the warm embrace of her lover had returned to it once more, fled from her cheek.
human
To challenge him would be but to ensure your own doom, for few in the army of the United States equal him in the use of the pistol or the small sword; and, even were it otherwise, she concluded, her eye kindling into a fierce expression,