human
So be it, he said at last, as he sat before the burning logs, thinking over all these things, while that letter, written in some unknown woman's handwriting, lay at his feet
gpt
So be it; she is gone. I have no wife. Yet, yet --and he gazed down as he spoke at the paper--
human
Now, he exclaimed, springing to his feet,
gpt
Vandecque's abode I know, he muttered,