human
Ah, my dear madam, how do I know that? The English ladies do every day here what no other dames would dare or dream--what then, must you be at home? Ach! your poor husbands!
gpt
Mr. Thurnall! calls Marie, from behind.
human
Mr. Thurnall!
gpt
You see him, Mr. Stangrave! You see the man who risked for me liberty, life,--who rescued me from slavery, shame, suicide,--who was to me a brother, a father, for years!--without whose disinterested heroism you would never have set eyes on the face which you pretend to love. And you repay him by suspicion--insult--Apologise to him, sir! Ask his pardon now, here, utterly, humbly: or never speak to Marie Lavington again!