human
Farewell ye coral isles, wherein I found my Pearl and happiness. Blessed be your coraline foundations, your lazy inhabitants, and your fever-breeding climate. You have been to me a world of passion, of hope, of purity. Oh, my Lost Good, who has been sent to me in mercy --his playful accents changed to the gravity of deep emotion, as he drew yet closer to him his
gpt
Perdita --
human
I turn to you henceforth to be what you would wish me, and to study your secret of how to live. I have been wandering on the burning sands, and pressing forever onward to reach a glittering lake of the desert, which, ever rippling and vanishing, beckoned me farther from the cool, calm shades of rest. Now I come, a wearied pilgrim to your pure heart, my wife, for you have opened it to let a weary, dusty wanderer in. Your purity, my simple Margaret, reminds me of the immaculate heights of snow-capped Gaurisankar--serene, majestic, while I, a lava-crusted, thunderous, calcined volcano, lashed by the fires of many passions, come to cool my fevered blood by your chill radiance.
gpt
Hush, St. Udo! If you knew how intensely happy I am with my destiny----
human
Oh, my soft-souled Perdita! my simple darling!
gpt
The most exquisite of all emotions is utter silence, with a being in whom we feel entire sympathy.
human
Ah, _par ma foi!_ but I am the good fairy, after all! muttered the chevalier, hugging his fancy little self, and pacing about near them, with a protecting air, as if they were his especial _proteges_.
gpt
I feel like Guardian Angel of their fortunes. Saint Ludovic--_par la messe_, it sounds well!
human
Thank Heaven! Ethel Brand's incomprehensible will has explained itself at last! mused Davenport, laying down his crumpled _Times_,