human
Uncle, cried his niece,
gpt
I can’t see why not, ’tis a beautiful coat of arms, with chevrons, stars——
human
And a wheel covered with blood, interrupted Elizabeth.
gpt
God forbid that we should swell the number of those who revive the sins of their ancestors to prove the antiquity of their race, and thus make nobility ignoble,—nothing in the world seems to me more detestable. I should think that all those who have been tortured and hunted down in life by that pitiless, haughty race, would arise, like accusing ghosts, from their graves, if the name should ever be revived, beneath whose shelter such oppression and tyranny existed for centuries. When I compare the two fathers,—one seeking death like a coward, never considering for an instant that his poor child had the most sacred claims upon him; the other, a poor servant, taking the outcast compassionately to his heart, and bestowing upon it his own honest name,—then I know well which was the noble, which name deserves to be perpetuated. And think what sorrow that haughty race has caused my poor, dear mother.
human
True enough, true enough, Frau Ferber declared with a sigh—
gpt
—here she held out her hand across the table to her husband—
human
And you never shall return, Marie,