human
This is not well, Though whom you speak of should have done you wrong; A man that could desert and plan to wed Will not his purpose yield to God and right, Only to law. You, whom I pity so much, If you be come this day to urge a claim, You will not tell me that your claim will hold; 'Tis only, if I read aright, the old, Sorrowful, hateful story! Muriel sighed, With a dull patience that he marvelled at,
gpt
Be plain with me. I know not what to think, Unless you are his wife. Are you his wife? Be plain with me. And all too quietly, With running down of tears, the answer came,
human
Ay, madam, ay! the worse for him and me. Then Muriel heard her lover's foot anear, And cried upon him with a bitter cry, Sharp and despairing. And those two stood back, With such affright, and violent anger stirred He broke from out the thicket to her side, Not knowing. But, her hands before her face, She sat; and, stepping close, that woman came And faced him. Then said Muriel,
gpt
O my heart, Herbert! --and he was dumb, and ground his teeth, And lifted up his hand and looked at it, And at the woman; but a man was there Who whirled her from her place, and thrust himself Between them; he was strong,--a stalwart man: And Herbert thinking on it, knew his name.
human
What good, quoth he,
gpt
But he, weak With passion and great anguish, flung himself Upon the seat and cried,
human
O lost, my love! O Muriel, Muriel! And the woman spoke,
gpt
Sir, 'twas an evil day you wed with me; And you were young; I know it, sir, right well. Sir, I have worked; I have not troubled you, Not for myself, nor for your child. I know We are not equal.
human
Hold! he cried;