human
For this I thank you, and if a life-time of devotion can repay you it shall be yours--
gpt
Cease, sir, Rose interrupted at the first opportunity.
human
I am willing to believe you innocent of that awful crime at Ridgewood, but there are other crimes as wicked as murder--
gpt
I know, he cried, rising and clasping his hands, while he bent a pleading, wistful look into her face.
human
You refer to that scene in the garden.
gpt
I do,
human
You have never permitted me to explain that.
gpt
It is not susceptible of explanation.
human
It is--
gpt
I must take counsel of my senses, Mr. Bordine, persisted Rose, trampling fiercely on her own heart.
human
I know that that woman was your wife. I heard enough to convince me of this. Your perfidy ought to make me hate you.
gpt
And you do hate me, Rose?
human
No--
gpt
Thank Heaven for that.
human
Leave me now, Mr. Bordine.
gpt
Mr. Bordine! he cried bitterly.
human
It is August no longer. You would drive me from you without permitting me to explain. You are unjust, Rose.
gpt
Never. Would to Heaven I could be!
human
You will, you must hear my explanation of that scene in the garden, persisted he.
gpt
If you can scorn and cast me aside after you know the truth then I am willing to go.