human
Why, she exclaimed, suddenly stopping and gazing fixedly upon him,
gpt
Spare me, Mittie, exclaimed the humbled and convicted Clinton.
human
Trample not on a fallen wretch, who has nothing to say in his defence. But one thing I will say, I have not intended to deceive you. I did love you, and felt at the time all that I professed. Had you loved me less, I had been more constant. But why, let me ask, have you sought me here, to upbraid me for my inconstancy? What good can it do to you or to me? You call me a wretch: and I acknowledge myself to be one, a vile, ungrateful wretch. Call me a thief, if you will, if the word does not blister your tongue to utter it. I confess it all. Now leave me to my fate.
gpt
Confess one thing more, said Mittie,