human
Valencia! Valencia! It is false--a mistake--he is dreaming. You know it is false! You will not leave me too!
gpt
My Lucia! My own sweet good sister! Base, cowardly,
human
What have I done? All that flower, that horrid flower: but who would have dreamed--and Major Campbell, too, of all men upon earth! Valencia, it is some horrid delusion of the devil. Why, he was there all the while--and you too. Could he think that I should before his very face? What must he fancy me? Oh, it is a delusion of the devil, and nothing else!
gpt
He is a wretch! I will take the letter to my brother; he shall right you!
human
Ah no! no! never! Let me tear it to atoms--hide it! It is all a mistake! He did not mean it! He will recollect himself to-morrow and come back.
gpt
Let him come back if he dare! cried Valencia, in a tone which said,
human
I could kill him with my own hands!
gpt
Oh, he will come back! He cannot have the heart to leave his poor little Lucia. Oh, cruel, cowardly, not to have said one word--not one word to explain all--but it was all my fault, my wicked, odious temper; and after I had seen how vexed he was, too!--Oh, Elsley, Elsley, come back, only come back, and I will beg your pardon on my knees! anything? Scold me, beat me, if you will! I deserve it all! Only come back, and let me see your face, and hear your voice, instead of leaving me here all alone, and the poor children too! Oh, what shall I say to them to-morrow, when they wake and find no father!