human
Dost thou, O Ce-cil! believe me blindly, even though I admit to thee that I--I am unworthy thy generous love? To me, alas! debased and degraded as I am, the fruit of the great lote tree is forbidden, and the water of Salsabil may never cool my lips.
gpt
Come, I said,
human
Ah! she cried in accents of poignant bitterness,
gpt
and, throwing out her arms wildly, she stretched forth her open palms towards me.
human
See! I am held to this horde of cut-throats by gyves invisible yet unbreakable! I kneel before thee, my Amin! a despicable, vile-hearted woman, whose whole life hath been one of ignominy and deceit, whose very name is a by-word of reproach! Forsaken by Allah, defamed by man, I confess myself unworthy thy thoughts. I cannot--nay, I will not bring upon thee disgrace and shame, for my hands!--they are stained by heinous crimes!