human
Forgive me, Ernest, she said, extending her hand,
gpt
I was to blame.
human
Florence, you have the power to wound me, be forbearing in its exercise. Heaven knows that I would not, from the vain desire of showing command over you, inflict upon you a single pang. Ah! do not fancy that in lovers' quarrels there is any sweetness that compensates the sting.
gpt
I told you I was too exacting, Ernest. I told you you would not love me so well when you knew me better.
human
And were a false prophetess. Florence, every day, every hour I love you more--better than I once thought I could.
gpt
Then, cried this wayward girl, anxious to pain herself,
human
Florence, I will be candid--I did not. You are now rapidly obtaining an empire over me, greater than my reason should allow. But, beware: if my love be really a possession you desire,--beware how you arm my reason against you. Florence, I am a proud man. My very consciousness of the more splendid alliances you could form renders me less humble a lover than you might find in others. I were not worthy of you if I were not tenacious of my self-respect.
gpt
Ah! said Florence, to whose heart these words went home,