human
Why do they talk to me of Helen? said he, and his voice stole through the stilly air as gently as the falling dew.
gpt
What can she be, in comparison with you? Little did I think Louis had another sister so transcendent, when I saw you standing on the rustic bridge, the most radiant vision that ever beamed on the eye of mortal. You remember that evening. All the sunbeams of Heaven gathered around _you_, the focus of the golden firmament.
human
Louis loves me not as he does Helen, replied Mittie, her heart bounding with rapture at his glowing praises,
gpt
I confess I should like to see one whose attractions _you_ can fear. She must be superlatively lovely.
human
She is not beautiful nor lovely, Clinton. No one ever called her so. Fear! I never knew the sensation of fear. It is not fear that she could inspire, but a stronger, deeper passion.
gpt
Speak, Mittie, and tell me what you mean. I can think of but one passion now, and that the strongest and deepest that ever ruled the heart of man.
human
I cannot describe my meaning, replied Mittie, pausing under a tree that shaded their path, and leaning against its trunk;
gpt
said she, pressing her hand on the throbbing heart that now ached with the intensity of its emotion.
human
Everybody said I had no heart, and I believed them. You first taught me that there was a vital spark burning within it, and blew upon it with a breath of flame. I tell you, Clinton, you had better tamper with the lightning's chain than the passions of this suddenly awakened heart. I tell you I am a dangerous being. There is a power within me that makes me tremble with its consciousness. I am a young girl, with no experience. I know nothing of the blandishments of art, and if I did I would scorn to exercise them. You have told me a thousand times that you loved me and I have believed you. I would willingly die a thousand times for the rapture of hearing it once; but if I thought the being lived who could supplant me--if I thought you could ever prove false to me--