human
Don't touch her, you cruel wretch! Your touch is poison; the sight of you is murder!
gpt
Margaret, stop! Look! Look at him again! It isn't _he_!
human
Not he? Don't tell me! What? She clutches Bartlett's arm, and scans his face with dilating eyes.
gpt
Oh! it isn't, it isn't! But go away,--go away, all the same! You may be an innocent man, but she would perish in your presence. Keep your hands from her, sir! If your wicked heart is not yet satisfied with your wicked work--Excuse me; I _don't_ know what I'm saying! But if you have any pity in your faithless soul--I--oh, _speak_ for me, James, and send him--implore him to go away!
human
Sir, you must pardon us, and have the great goodness to be patient. You have a right to feel yourself aggrieved by what has happened, but no wrong is meant,--no offence. You must be so kind as to go away. I will make you all the needed apologies and explanations. He stoops over his daughter, as Bartlett, in a sort of daze, rises from his knees and retires a few steps.
gpt
I beg your pardon, sir, --addressing himself to Cummings,--
human
Cummings, with delicate sympathy and tenderness, lifts the arms of the insensible girl to her father's neck, and assists the General to rise with his burden.
gpt
Thanks! She's hardly heavier, poor child, than a ghost. The tears stand in his eyes, as he gathers her closer to him and kisses her wan cheek.
human
Sir, --as he moves away he speaks to Bartlett,--