human
What see you, yonder in the distance, dear Martin?
gpt
Yourself! said I.
human
You fill my world. God make me worthy! Aye, in the future--ever beside me henceforth, I do see you, my Damaris!
gpt
Why, to be sure, loved man! But what more?
human
I want for no more!
gpt
Nay, do but look! said she, soft cheek to mine.
human
There I do see happiness, fortune, honours--and--mayhap, if God is kind to us--
gpt
What, my Joan?
human
Greater blessings--
gpt
But, said I,
human
Ah, Martin--dear--cannot you guess?
gpt
Why, Joan--oh, my beloved! But stepping out of my hold, she fled from me.
human
Nay, cried I,
gpt
I must, dear Martin. You--you will be wanting to speak with Adam--
human
Not I--Lord, no!
gpt
Why, then--you shall!