human
Ah! said she, turning towards him,
gpt
May your fears ever be as idle!
human
And you really love me! I repeat to myself ever and ever that one phrase. I could once have borne to lose you, now it would be my death. I despaired of ever being loved for myself; my wealth was a fatal dower; I suspected avarice in every vow, and saw the base world lurk at the bottom of every heart that offered itself at my shrine. But you, Ernest,--you, I feel, never could weigh gold in the balance--and you--if you love--love me for myself.
gpt
And I shall love thee more with every hour.
human
I know not that: I dread that you will love me less when you know me more. I fear I shall seem to you exacting--I am jealous already. I was jealous even of Lady T------, when I saw you by her side this morning. I would have your every look--monopolise your every word.