human
Then the eyes of the young Prince shone out like the sun after a storm, and drawing his dagger from his bosom, he--
gpt
Stop, Miss Thusa--don't go on, interrupted Helen, pale with emotion.
human
I cannot bear to hear it. It is too awful. I asked you for something beautiful, and you have chosen the most terrible theme. Don't finish it.
gpt
Is there not something beautiful, said the young doctor, bending down, and addressing her in a low voice--
human
Oh, yes! she answered, forgetting, in her excitement, all her natural timidity.
gpt
I could do it joyfully, glorying in the sacrifice. But he, so selfish, so cruel, so sanguinary--it is from him I shrink. His heart is already marble--it cannot change.
human
Wait, child--wait till you hear the end, cried Miss Thusa, inspired by the effect of her words.
gpt
He drew a dagger from his bosom, and was about to plunge it in his _own_ heart, and die at her feet, when the old man of his dream entered and caught hold of his arm.