human
of these stories, pretty much everything is left out of the higher sort that the reader has valued in the story. The romance of
gpt
Monte Cristo is an illustration of this. The play is vulgar melodrama, out of which has escaped altogether the refinement and the romantic idealism of the stirring romance of Dumas. Now and then, to be sure, we get a different result, as in
human
Olivia, where all the pathos and character of the
gpt
Vicar of Wakefield are preserved, and the effect of the play depends upon passion and sentiment. But as a rule, we get only the more obvious saliencies, the bones of the novel, fitted in or clothed with stage