human
Aye, I weep, she sobbed.
gpt
I weep because I am woman, after all, but in my heart I hate you and with my soul I despise you, for you are but a mock man,--the blood in your veins skim milk! Ah, by God, there is more of vigorous life in my little finger than in all your great, heavy, clod-like carcase. Oh, shame! Here she lifted her head to scowl on me and I, not enduring her look, glanced otherwhere.
human
Ha--rot me! cried she, wagging scornful finger.
gpt
Rot me but you are afraid of me--afraid, yes!
human
True! said I.
gpt
So will I win free of you so soon as I may--
human
Free of me? cried she, and throwing herself on the sands, sat crouched there, her head upon her knees and sobbing miserably.
gpt
So you will abandon me then?
human
Aye.
gpt
Even though I--vow myself your slave?
human
I want no slave.
gpt
Even though I beseech you on my knees?
human
You were wiser to seek my love than my hate.
gpt
But I was ever a fool.
human
Aye, verily! she cried passionately.
gpt
So do you yearn ever for your light-o'-love, for your vanished Joan--your Damaris that left you--
human
Now I pray you go!
gpt
I wonder, sighed she, never stirring,
human
I wonder why I do not kill you? I hate you--despise you and yet--
gpt
Living or dead, you shall not leave the island except I go with you!