human
Matilda! oh my own betrothed Matilda!
gpt
Within a week he dies, exclaimed the youth.
human
Matilda, come what will, he dies. Life is death without you, and with you even crime may sit lightly on my soul. But we will fly far from the habitations of man. The forest shall be our home, and when the past recurs to me you shall smile upon me with that smile--look upon me with that look, and I will forget it all. Yes he pursued, with a fierce excitement snatching up the holy book, and again carrying it to his lips--