human
And you see, my girl, I mean to keep this little hand--you may pull it away if you choose--but it is mine, and the pretty little maid, and all that belongs to it. And I will take you and both your hands, bewitched fingers and all, home with me. There they may weave and stitch as much as you like; but as man and wife no one shall part us, and we will lead a life such a life! The joys of Paradise shall be no better than a rap on the skull with an olive-wood log in comparison!
gpt
No, Rustem. I was afraid yesterday that it would come to this; but it can never, never be. I am grateful-- oh! so grateful; but no, it cannot be, and that must be the end of it. I can never be your wife. Rustem.
human
No? he asked with a scowl, and the veins swelled in his low forehead.
gpt
Then you have been making a fool of me!--as to the gratitude you talk of....