human
What! you, dearest Matilda? he asked, delightedly--
gpt
I thought you had long since retired to rest.
human
To rest, Gerald!--can you, then, imagine mine is a soul to slumber, when I know that tomorrow we part--perhaps for ever?
gpt
No, by Heaven! not for ever, energetically returned the sailor, seizing and carrying the white hand that pressed his own, to his lips--
human
Duty! repeated the American, with something like reproach in her tone--
gpt
No, Matilda--not for ever, unless, indeed, such be your determination. YOU may find the task to forget an easy one--_I_ never can. Hope--heart--life--happiness--all are centered in you. Were it not that honour demands my service to my country, I would fly with you tomorrow, delighted to encounter every difficulty fortune might oppose, if, by successfully combating these, I should establish a deeper claim on your affection. Oh, Matilda! continued the impassioned youth,