human
Oh in thine heart, my love, my lord, Mak' room, mak' room for me; Or at thy feet, by my true word, Thy lady's grave sall be!
gpt
A melancholy air, yet with somewhat of a pleasing sadness in its minor cadences, commented Doña Orosia when I had ceased.
human
Translate me the words, an your Spanish is sufficient.
gpt
That it is not, I fear, was my reply,
human
Nay, said the Spanish woman, with a singular smile.
gpt
She hath more wit than you credit her with. You mark me, the flood of a woman's tears will bear a man further than a mighty river, and her sighs waft him away more speedily than the strongest gale. And once he has gone, taking with him such a memory of her, 'twould be far easier for her to drink the ocean dry than to wile him home. For let a man but suspect that a woman _could_ break her heart for him, and he----is more than content to let her do it!
human
When once a woman has the folly to plead for herself, in that moment she murders Love; and every tear she sheds thereafter becomes another clod upon his grave. There remains but one thing for her to do----
gpt
Herself to die!
human
Nay, child! To live and be revenged! She turned a flushed face toward me; and, though the water stood in her eyes, they were hard and angry.
gpt
To be revenged! To plot and to scheme; to bide her time patiently; to study his heart's desire, and to foster it; and then----
human
And then?