human
Speak, cried Mittie, stamping her foot, with an imperious gesture,
gpt
Ask me nothing, she said at length, recovering breath to answer,
human
What has he said to you? repeated Mittie, seizing the arm of Helen with a force of which she was not aware.
gpt
Have you dared to let him talk to you about love?
human
Alas! I want not his love. I believe him not, cried Helen;
gpt
How dare you tell me such a falsehood? she exclaimed,
human
Oh! Mittie--don't, cried Helen,
gpt
I tell you I do know--and you shall know to your cost, you little wolf in lamb's clothing, cried Mittie, growing more and more frantic as she yielded to the violence of her passions.
human
It was not enough, was it, to wind yourself round the young doctor with your subtle, childish ways, till you have made a fool of him with all his wisdom, treating him with a forwardness and familiarity that ought to make you blush at the remembrance--but you must come between me and the only being this side of Heaven I ever cared for? Take care of yourself; get out of my way, for I am growing mad. The sight of you makes me a maniac.