human
Thank Heaven that you are restored to me, my Clara! he exclaimed;
gpt
My brother dead? responded Clara, in a tone of sadness.
human
Alas! I heard, but did not believe, the tale.
gpt
It is but too true, I fear, said the Fidalgo.
human
He was slain by one you must in future learn to hate,--Don Luis d'Almeida!
gpt
Oh, do not, do not believe that one so brave, so noble, could be guilty of such a deed! Twice, at the hazard of his life, since we first met, has he saved me from destruction. At that dreadful time, when all others were flying for their lives, forgetful of parents, children, and all the nearest ties of kindred, he rushed among the falling ruins, braving a horrid death to rescue me! In every way has he proved his love,--and he surely could not have slain my brother. Oh, do not, my father, believe that lying tale which says so; for I, whatever befalls, can never cease to love him.
human
At the moment you are restored to my heart, I cannot speak a harsh word, my child, said the Fidalgo;