human
Why am I ever recalling that wild legend? thought she.
gpt
I am getting to be as weak and superstitious as Helen. Why, when it seems to me that the wing of an angel is fluttering against my cheek, should I remember that demon-sprite?
human
Would you believe it, said she, in a light mocking tone,
gpt
Strange, romantic girl that you are! Supposing the lightning should strike it, think you that you would feel the shaft?
human
Yes, if it shattered the tablet that bears those united names. But the lightning does not often make a channel in the surface of the silver barked beech. There are loftier trees around. The stately oak and branching elm will be more likely to win the fiery crown of electricity than this.