human
Oh, my father! she faltered,
gpt
Nothing, my poor child, said the father, suddenly turning toward her with recovered calmness and dignity;
human
Can it be possible? she gasped.
gpt
Alas! what dreadful temptations have driven him to such sins?
human
Daughter, beware how you think too lightly of them, or suffer his good looks and flattering words to blind you to their horror. You must from your heart detest him as a vile enemy.
gpt
Must I, my father?
human
Indeed you must.
gpt
But if the dear Lord loved us and died for us when we were his enemies, may we not pity and pray for unbelievers? Oh, say, my dear father, is it not allowed to us to pray for all sinners, even the vilest?
human
I do not say that you may not, my daughter, said the monk, too conscientious to resist the force of this direct appeal;
gpt
he added, with an energy that alarmed Agnes,