human
My brother--my own dear brother, said I,
gpt
Speak to me, Aubrey, said I, passing my arm over his shoulder;
human
Morton, said Aubrey, speaking very slowly,
gpt
It is the schoolman's question, said I, smiling;
human
Morton Devereux, said Aubrey, again repeating my name, and with an evident inward effort that left his lip colourless, and yet lit his dark dilating eye with a strange and unwonted fire,--
gpt
Morton Devereux, I feel that I am predestined to the power of the Evil One!
human
Good Heavens! I exclaimed,