human
You will pardon me, he whispered,
gpt
A convicted woman, Marion replied swiftly, facing round on him, her eyes ablaze;
human
Forgive me. I speak not with a view to wound you, or to be offensive. But, God help me, I seek one dear to me. An innocent woman condemned to the same penance as you, and by one who is a double damned scoundrel. She was of your chain. And--heaven pity us both, I love her--she is my--wife.
gpt
Your wife! Marion repeated, standing before him, gazing full into his eyes, holding still in her hand the white leprous-looking hand of a dead woman whose body she had been helping to place in the cart.
human
Your wife. And now her voice had sunk to as deep a murmur as it had ever assumed, even in the softest moments of her bygone days of love and passion.
gpt
Your wife. Amongst us?
human
It is so. Oh, speak; answer me. Is--is--yet almost I fear to ask. Still--still I must do it. Is she still alive?
gpt
What? --mastering herself, speaking firmly, though hoarsely--
human
What is your name?
gpt
Walter Clarges. I am an Englishman.
human
Laure's husband! Laure's husband!
gpt
You know her! You know--ah! does she live?
human
Yes. She lives.
gpt
God! I thank thee!